In chapter One, Erma Asquinn as a young woman with six-year-old Kenny, three-year-old twins, Matty and Martha, and Ricky, a baby in her arms, follows her missionary husband away from Wales and into Canada. Looking for a place to settle and teach and preach, Erma finds herself in Forest Lake, a tiny hamlet in the very south-western cornser of the great area of The james Bay Frontier.
In Chapter Two Erma and her children are overjoyed when pastor Asquinn decides Forest lake is the place God wants hom to settle. Erma and her family becomes friends with the Turehue family. This is the beginning of a life-time friendship between Matty Turehue and Kenny. Matty has a sister, Sherry. This is the beginning of the picking of future spouses.
Chapter Two
Forest Lake, Ontario, Friday, June 29th 1945
In the tiny community of Forest Lake, Northern Ontario, Matt Turehue sat at his desk in the one-roomed schoolhouse. He waited along with the half dozen children attending the Forest Lake Public School. It was the last day of the school year, and report cards were soon to be handed out. The children were rowdy and noisy, restless to get the morning over with and vacation from school started.
Matt wasn’t paying attention to what went on inside the school. His eye wandered to the deep, blue waters across the road and beyond the railroad tracks, and plainly in view of the school. He dreamed of all the swimming he would get in this summer. As he gazed out the window, heat waves distorted the lovely view of the lake. He could almost feel the cool waters closing around him, cooling him. Matt winced as a wadded piece of paper caught him by surprise, whacking him on the neck. He didn’t have to look around very far to know who had done the deed. Across the aisle in the next seat, a boy his age and in the same grade looked in his direction. He wasn’t even trying to look innocent, as if it wasn’t him that done the deed. He still held the ruler he’d used to launch the wad of paper in his hand.
“Stop that Terry Weston,” Matt said. He knew Terry wasn’t the real culprit. It would be another boy in the same grade; Curt Cameron. Curt was an evil boy in Matt’s eyes. Only six, and high priest among the devil worshippers in the area; The other kids practically bowed down to him, and did his bidding, often suffering the consequences when he did wrong, allowing him to go free.
“I didn’t do nothing,” Terry said.
Matt sat in his seat, his blood boiling. These boys had bugged him all through their first year in school. He never liked those boys and refused to join in their games. He and these other three boys were the only children in grade one; therefore he went through his first year of school without a friend. Except for his sister, Sherry, it was like no one else knew he existed.
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