SurferBurr

Spent some time there as a kid. Once we had to walk back up to the chalet since the roads to town were impassable…I remeber trying to scale the slope behind the gouse ad sliding down around 300 feet ! Good thing I was so young or I would have been terrrrrified! My sisters and I hiked up the mountain behind the chalet and saw the most beautiful clacier ! I’ll never forget the ice blue colour! Amazing! L’guuile d’medi was incredible as well! I remember it was dec 24th and I was dissappointed that we had no snow yet! (I had never seen snow yet) . I was walking back to the chalet when it started! It was around 6 feet deep by the next morning! Ron (My step father and best friend) had a snowball fight and he lost his ring,. ..By a miracle I found it the next day in the snow! I miss Chamonix and the innocence and, of course, my step father and best friend, Ron.

I spent almost a year in Welland and worked at CR Stewart Equipmant as a mechanic… The people in Welland were wonderfuland many a night was spent at the Barclay Hotel or on the other side of the “lower bridge” drinking pitchers of beer! I was in love with a gal named Jo Ann Brocklebank but her parents didn’t like me because I was a “Yank”. Oh well..Welland bridge was a marvel and one night at a camp out ,the Arora Borealis (sp?) was neat too!.. I kleft there and moved first to Niagara Falls, NY and then to Willow Grove Pa.

I was a child and we (My two sisters and I) “attended” a convent type of school…I say “attended” because my sisters and I only went to class one day: The rest of the year we would , under our mother’s watchful eys, walk down the drive and “join” the rest of the kids going to school….As soon as we knew whe were out of her field of vision , we would leave the group and spend our days building rock gardens and such. Our mom never knew that we were absent from class since we never went and were not missed by the school! She was finally informed one summer night at dinner (20 some years later) that we skipped an entire year. She never believed it but my sisters and I knew the truth! We lived right above the summer house of Franco and used to go down there and play around the cliffs. We were very young and very stupid. We would return years later and look at the "trails and paths that we used to climb along and wonder how we weren’t killed! These cliffs were hundereds of feet above a rocky shoreline and we used to “scoot” along trails that were only a foot or so wide and explore the caves on the side of the hill! Whew! Majorca was a beautiful island and, to this day, whenever I smell olive oil cooking I remember! Once , while playing around Franco’s summer villa, we found a neat low building with a lot of neat cubby holes ,that we called our “fort”, but it was full of stuff so we cleaned it all up and we were so proud! A few day later, however, one of the maids from the villa came to our residence and was screaming something (Our mother spoke only two languages: English and “Money” )…After finding someone to interpret, it seems that we had cleaned out the villa’s chicken coop and the birds wouldn’t go back in! And she (or MOM) STILL didn’t realize that we were not attending classes! (Yes… our mother was a blonde)