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I never called him Father. I always called him
Daddy. He was born in Port Dover, Ontario. He had one sister, Clara,
and one brother, William (who died overseas in the 1st World War at
the time of the great Flu epidemic), He had one step-sister, Hilda.
Daddy apparently had a rough time in school.
The schoolmaster was a sadist who took great delight in caning his students.
He was hated by all the pupils, who were terrified of him. It was a
bad learning environment and thank God that kind of discipline has been
abolished. In any case, my Father did something about it. One day, he
was out on the pier in Dover (I think he was about 15 or 16 years old)
and the schoolmaster was also on the pier. He and Daddy must have had
harsh words because Daddy just got mad and pushed the curmudgeon into
the lake. Daddy didn't wait around to face the consequences - he raced
home - threw a few belongings into a bag and hopped the first freight
train out of Dover.
I don't know what eventually happened to the schoolmaster. Probably
one of the many drifters or fishermen who hung out at the pier fished
him out of the water. Anyway, my Father was long gone. He rode the rails
all the way to Utah, USA In Utah he got a job in a mining camp as chief
cook and bottle washer. What happened in the intervening years I don't
know - but he eventually returned to Dover.
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Percy Kenneth Brock
My mother's Father
In Dover, he met the girl named Lena whom he
subsequently married. They moved to Detroit - where I was born. Lena's
mother was an old harridan of a mother-in-law who made life miserable
for the couple. She was always interfering and criticizing and generally
raising hell. Lena always agreed and did everything her mother told
her to. Dad got fed up with this and delivered an ultimatum, "Lena
- either you go with your mother - or you go with me!" Lena chose
to go with her mother - so eventually she and Daddy got a divorce. Lena
go a job as a dental assistant and, since she was working, her mother
took me back to Detroit. Daddy was not happy with this situation. He
returned to Port Dover and resolved to do something about it.
A young girl had me out for a walk in the perambulater. Dad snatched
me away from her and took me on the train to St. Thomas, to his sister,
Clara. There were big headlines in the papers - "Father Kidnaps
His Own Child!" Subsequently, there was a court trial and my father
gained custody of me. He then took me back to Port Dover and my grandmother
took care of me.
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