Leith Peterson discusses what was involved in setting up her first WordPress blog and writing her first post.
Charles T. Peterson
My post discusses Peterson family home life from the early 1950s to the early 1970s. It includes a poem my brother Don wrote about what life was like in our unusual household, e.g, my father’s “save the trees” campaign, and how “rock music coming from our house” gave “a headache to the sexton’s spouse.”
From 1958 until her passing in 1976, my mother was involved with Indigenous issues. She helped Aboriginal people to market their crafts and supported many of their other endeavours. Some people encouraged me to carry on with her interest, but since the mid-2000s, I have mostly been on the outside looking in.
From the 1950s to the 1960s, my mother was involved with many projects at First-St Andrew’s United Church in London, Ontario. For instance, she helped organize religious art and artifact exhibitions. The Very Reverend Angus J MacQueen (1912-2006) gave my mother’s 1976 eulogy at the church. He described her as “very special kind of person.”
My father Charles T Peterson (1913-2007) was born and raised in Bruce Mines, Ontario. He was very concerned about irresponsible development in Northern Ontario, so made a submission to the Royal Commission on the Northern Environment, 1978. His submission was rejected, but some of his arguments for sustainable development are worth noting.
Around the early 1960s, my mother painted pictures of children on the wall of my father’s periodontal office. His office was torn down shortly after he retired, but before his office was dismantled, he cut the pictures out of the wall and had them individually framed; a couple of examples are included with this post.
My father Charles T Peterson (1913-2007) served in the Canadian Army Dental Corps during the Second World War. In 1943, he married my mother. Around 1949, he set up his periodontal practice in London, Ontario. He frequently stressed to me the importance of knowing who you are and where you come from.
My mother invented a baby chair that was used by the Service League of London as a fundraiser from about 1958 to 1967. Museum London has two different versions of this chair in their collection. Poet Colleen Thibaudeau Reaney penned the poem that is on my mother’s grave at the Leith, Ontario United Church cemetery.