Author's Note
As a first-time author, I tentatively sought a publisher for my manuscript. Austin Macauley Publishers' glowing review was my first step with this committed publisher's interest in both new and established authors, bringing "Memories of "A Kid from the Heights" to production.
Although this book contains unique stories about one specific village in Canada, shortly after the Second World War, thousands of similar small towns experienced the same developmental struggles throughout Canada. Terrebonne Heights was one such village, located 25 miles north of Montreal, across the Rivière des Mille Îles, in the province of Québec.
While still a very young country, Canada at this time was also creating its own identity. Canada still did not have its own national flag, nor had scholars yet written our constitution. Although ‘Oh, Canada’ was composed in 1880, it was only to be acclaimed as the National Anthem in 1990.
Wherever we spent our childhood was always unique to each of us. This being said, perhaps it could be as simple as exchanging the name of this village and its characters for the ones you experienced. Let these pages and their often humorous stories transport you to a time and place that was so well spent for me living my youth growing up in our little cottage on Center Road, our little "Lucy" in the small hamlet of the Heights where the pace of life matched the 'clip-clop' of the horse's gait while delivering milk in the milk wagon.
And, if you had not yet been born during this period in the 50s and 60s, these stories may give you some insight into this time in rural Canada. Each decade produces its generations, and this book is simply about the one I experienced.
Don has always had a reputation as a talented storyteller. During the Covid pandemic, he borrowed some time from his wood art workshop and applied this talent at his computer keyboard, turning out his first book – Memories of a Kid from the Heights. This book has now been published and is available to order directly from the publisher.
Here’s the question: Could accepting without understanding be a curse that possibly leads us down a path where the Sheepherder becomes the Sheep?
Consider this: does the path of accepting without understanding liberate us from preconceived limitations, opening us to a world of non-comprehensible possibilities?
Give thought to a scenario where the path is illuminated only by the light of logic and the science of reasoning, leaving no space for anything that is not understood.
Let's paint a picture: imagine two brothers, each traversing a unique path from childhood to adulthood in vastly different realms of reality. They peer out from their individual, distinct windows. What could possibly align these divergent paths?
This book has is available to order directly from the publisher.