Thursday, June 10, 2021
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I met Lesley at the age of 13 years and we became lifelong friends. Even back then, Lesley was an intelligent, inquiring, curious person. She was particularly interested in the people she encountered -- whether in novels or in real life -- and what made them tick. When Lesley described a relative, a teacher or a friend, the person's character, strengths and foibles sprang to life.
I have many memories of Lesley over the years -- pajama parties, band practices, riding our bikes, doing homework together, the annual pilgrimage to see the latest 007 movie -- here's a few.
At her family's cottage in the mid-sixties: A spirited, fun-loving teenager, Lesley rowed the two of us in her boat, The Boodle Bumtrinket, to the middle of Mississippi Lake. As the sun went down, we sang songs with gusto and Lesley decided to yodel -- for the first time. Well, she was no Julie Andrews but definitely adventurous and rather spectacular in the attempt!
Camping in Owen Sound, in the late seventies: We were awakened in the middle of the night by teenagers setting up tents and singing. While I plotted murder, Lesley, perhaps recalling her "yodel on the lake", tactfully but directly posed the question to them: "Do you not think 3 AM is a bit late to start a singalong?" This was my first experience of Lesley's calm, non-confrontational approach, that saw the teens' perspective and encouraged them to see ours. It worked! We slept!
Ottawa, mid '90s: Riding bikes around Ottawa, we stopped at the Hog's Back Falls and I reflected that, as children, we were bored by scenery and wondered why it seemed so enjoyable now. Lesley thought for a minute then replied: " Perhaps we are becoming wise, Elinor."
Oh wise one, I will miss you, Lesley.
My condolences to Fred, John and all others who mourn.
