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We reached Rivers about ten PM and the station platform was packed with young people, just like the malls of today. We soon learned that as soon as homework was done we headed to the station to see the train come in, and raced home to make the 10:15 deadline. Any place Mom lived became a home in short order and the cottage in Rivers was no exception. Although I attended school I still kept on with the final months of my correspondence course. I couldn't understand how anyone could get their work done with a teacher in the room talking all the time as I had become so accustomed to working quietly on my own. One teacher who was here when we first came was a Miss Musgrove who moved to Neepawa in the fall and encouraged Margaret Lawrence with her writing. She was an outstanding teacher, as was Mr. Stewart who influenced my life greatly. We remained good friends for the rest of his life.

The year I took Grade XI was to be my last year of school but for the first time in Rivers the school board advertised that if they could find twelve students who could pay $50.00 each for the year they could hire another teacher and have a Grade XII class. Mom borrowed the money from Aunt Addie in Toronto and for the next year paid back $5.00 a month to further my education. I was truly grateful.

The next years were a busy and exciting time. There were boyfriends of course - because I grew up with three brothers I was just as comfortable with boys as I was with girl. Bus Hedberg was my first boyfriend but when his father was transferred by the railroad to The Pas, Bus naturally went with him. There were few job opportunities in Rivers and at nineteen he couldn't support himself. Myrtle Grant became my closest friend, and over sixty years later we still keep in touch with the same great affection.

Merv Moxley was one of Harold's best friends and he was at our house frequently before we ever started dating. His family ran a café and ice cream parlor which always kept him busy. He was a fine person and I missed him when the family moved to Winnipeg. He loved motorcycles and I saw an article in the Free Press two or three years ago saying that at age 80 he had bought himself the largest Harley-Davidson motorcycle ever made, and he looked se proud and happy. He had built up a very successful rental business, was a well-known golfer and a happily married man with three children. Life turned out well for him and I am glad.

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