Hey there, time traveller!
This article was published 25/6/2013 (1400 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
Recently some friends invited me out for lunch at the Dufferin Seniors Centre.
Every Wednesday they have a noon-hour perogy lunch. Fresh, home-made soup and perogies. All you can eat for seven bucks, eight for non-members. They also have coffee, tea, juice and cake for dessert.
All the cooking and serving is done by volunteers. In my opinion it’s the best soup and perogies in town and good fellowship at a very reasonable price. Sitting down with my friends I was introduced to the others at our table, one of the women was named Nancy.
After the introductions Nancy asked, "Buffie? There used to be some Buffies on the street where I grew up."
I asked her what street she grew up on and she told me it was Alfred.
Wow! That took me back over 60 years when I also lived on Alfred Avenue. Nancy lived on the next block. In the evenings we used to play on the corner, illuminated by an overhead street light. One of the games we played was kick the can. I can’t remember exactly how the game was played but it involved kicking a tin can and then running. I believe around the four corners.
During the game one night I gave the can a terrific kick and it it hit Nancy in the face just over her lip, cutting her badly.
With blood streaming down her face, Nancy ran sobbing home and we all dispersed. Even though it was a freak accident I knew what to expect when Nancy’s father came looking for the source of her injury. A good hard, swift kick in the pants.
Shortly after,we moved away and this was the first time I’d seen Nancy since.
As I related the story to my friends Nancy put her finger to her upper lip and ruefully said, "I’ve still got the scar."
Ron Buffie is a community correspondent for Transcona.