Over the years’ people have asked me how I came up with the concept of The Moving Store and Rent A Boxx. My stock answers have been:
- I’m an air force brat and have moved all my life. OR
- I was moving and was standing in the back of a garbage bin, behind a grocery store, pulling out flattened boxes with dead lettuce in them and thought….there had to be a better way.
These are the simplest answers, but as I packed up for another move in my life, I thought maybe there was more too it. I began counting the number of times I have moved and surpassed 32. I wondered if this had something to do with my destiny. Maybe a very clear sign, in retrospect, that I was to develop an easier way for moving.
My mother tells me we had moved four times before I was five. If I average out the number of moves per year I have experienced it is about one move every three years, two to three times more than the average person.
I was born in Summerside, Price Edward Island, and left four years later, by train for Winnipeg, Manitoba, with my mother, younger sister and brother. My father drove with a friend and had a serious accident en route. He never really recovered from the head wound he received.
Sometimes I don’t think I remember much from my earlier years, but as I review my experience in Manitoba, I realize I learned many life lessons at each location or “posting”, as we called it in the armed forces.
- My mother was courageous.
- Do not put a bobby pin in the electric socket.
- What ether smells like. (I had my tonsils out.)
- Where the Zoo was in Winnipeg. The police were impressed with my ability at 5 years of age to direct them back to our home after I walked there on my own because I wanted to see the tigers.
- When a plane crashes at an air show there are no survivors.
- There is such a thing as a “dry cold”.
We left Winnipeg in 1956 for Clinton, Ontario.
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