The Story Continues.

I was just editing  the last post when the phone rang. The permit was in hand. I clicked on publish and  hied out to the site.

Peter was already on the roof with another Peter. His parents opened the first restaurant in the Aurora Shopping Centre  fifty years ago. They knew me when I was Mayor. I was pleased to meet their son , a big burly man , on the roof of the Petch House at the side of Leslie Street, which wasn't even a part of Aurora when he was a boy.

So I stayed for a while and watched. I hadn't had breakfast. The sun came out and it was getting hot.

The part I really wanted to be there for would not be reached for a couple of hours.

The post  was not fully edited. The permit was in hand.

I came home, picking up a Tim Horton breakfast sandwich on the way,  to finish the last post and provide an update.

I want to be there ,when they uncover the roof boards. They haven't been exposed  since the day they were nailed in place. The day, the farmer's family knew they would no longer be exposed to the elements of rough living because  the  cabin was almost finished.The roof was going on.

It must have been a great day.

I wanted to pay my respects to the people who made this place what it  has been  for the rest of us to enjoy.

There were no councils ,no bureaucracies, no government to speak of.

They built it all  from scratch with nothing but  hope , courage, goodwill of neighbours, the sweat of their brow, common sense and integrity.

Just like they built the rough-hewn cabin that still stands, with no help from the Chief Building Official of the Town of Aurora.