“All the world was young,” I wrote at the close of my very first post on this blog, the day Raymond and I became the owners of the Manse. The reference was to the sunny day in July 1964 when my dad and mum and their three kids – me, age 4, Melanie, age 2, and John, 4 months; Ken was not born until 1966 – pulled into the driveway of the Manse for the first time as Dad took up his first post as a United Church of Canada minister, serving the Queensborough Pastoral Charge.
All the world was young in July 1964, was it not? Just think of all that still lay ahead. Most of the main events of all our lives.
Anyway, the photo above is, I suppose, visual evidence of that era of youth, at least in my own family. This may well be the only photo in existence of all six of us together at the Manse. I do not know who took it; it may have been my grandfather (my mum’s dad), J.A.S. Keay, who was an inveterate photographer, but for some reason I don’t think this was one of his.
It is my favourite photo of my family, because we are all there, and the sun is shining, and we are at the Manse. And maybe because Dad’s hand (he had huge workman’s hands) is on my shoulder. And maybe also because my very first bike, a blue-and-white (or is that turquoise?) CCM, is parked on the front porch in the background.
It is a reminder of the happiness and innocence of childhood. When all the world was young. At the Manse.