In the summer of 1961 my Father, after having worked three years as part of the Canadian military component for the installation of the NORAD headquarters in Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado was posted back to Ottawa. My parents built a house in the Rothwell Heights area of Ottawa and I began grade seven in Fairfield Public School. One of my first friends at this new school was Tim Cook. His father was a scientist working at the Canadian National Research Center. We played on teams together, were in the same Scout group and were actively involved with the Friday evening activities at the school. First there were “art” activities for an hour and then a “sock hop” dance for another hour. In those days I rode my bike or walked to school. My creative imagination managed to scare myself more than once with dark evenings, crunchy snow, and perhaps a full moon, as I walked home alone. In 1963 we were coming to a change for both of us, as his Father was moving back to England and I would be starting in grade 9 at Gloucester High School. It was brand new. I was there for Grades 9 and 10. School life was great but home life with my Father the Colonel was a little tense.
Discussions started with hair length and over time evolved into arguments about Vietnam. I did not believe in the war and strongly supported draft dodgers, while he viewed them as traitors who should be “put to the wall”. Fortunately Canadian politics did not agree with him. My Mother came to my rescue when she asked me if I wanted to go to Trinity College School. It was an Anglican Boys boarding school in Port Hope. The school was older than Canada. Her father and brother had both been there. I jumped at the opportunity and spent three happy years there becoming involved in both sports (especially Rugger and Basketball ), arts and school life in general. I still have very good friends from those times. My brother Thomas was enrolled in the school the same year that I was. He started in the junior school (Bolden House), while I was a Fourth Form New-Boy. New-Boy’s always had to have their jackets buttoned up and hold the doors for others. There is a short film I was asked to make to celebrate 150 years since the school was established that can be seen at the bottom of this page.