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But the church never really prospered for a few miles away another church was built and that divided the congregation. Then, too, there was one year when me people had been so greatly afflicted with ague that services could not be held regularly. Grandmother had married and was living in a home of her own when she heard that the church had been moved a few miles farther south to a location that" was considered more central. When as a little girl I visited Grandmother 1n the holidays she made me feel that I was really helping her. “I think we need some fresh flowers for ,he table," she would say. “Would you like to fix . bouquet?" Nasthrtiums grew in Grandmothefis .ardcn and I would pick the gold ones and arrange hem in a small brown and cream coloured bowl. .trandmother told me. it was a Wedgwood sugar owl but the handles had been broken off in the ‘t-drawn Cart that had brought her parents and wit belongings on the last lap of their journey » their pioneer home. When we were preparing supper Grandmother ould say, “You go down cellar and choose the flier of fruit you would like.” Blueberries, rasp~ ,rries. strawberries, whole wild apples with cloves them, and rubyâ€"red wild plums that had been :ked from trees along the fences, lined the shelves. , :hose the plums because Grandmother and I had we pretended we had been to Fairyland when we .v the plum trees in blossom in the spring. Fried tatoes and ham that I had watched Grandmother '.e from brine, boil in milk and finish in the oven, 'inkled with brown sugar, preceded the plums. :: bowed our heads as Grandfather gave thanks God f0r the food. From time to time Grandmother and I visited the ‘ mestcad then occupied by my uncle. On one visit took a walk through the maple woods that . years had yielded the sap that was made into ple syrup and Sugar. We found some of the dis =ded homemade bass-wood troughs that had been t :d to catch the sap as it fell drop by drop till t rally the accumulation of drops filled the huge iron tle and was boiled and boiled till 30 gallons of the sap resulted in one gallon of delectable syrup. On another Visit, with basket in hand we roamed the rocky bare pastures and picked the morels that had shot up overnight. Soaked for an hour in salt water and fried in butter in the old iron frying pan they made a memorable meal, At the close of the First World War Grandmother was living in that part of Toronto that had given a record number of its sons to fight â€" and many of them to die â€" for their country. As a memorial to their sacrifice the Prince of Wales on his visit to Canada was to plant with a silver spade a maple tree in Prospect Park Cemetery. It was a warm summer day that Grandmother and I stood on the curb and watched a long black convertible with a youthful figure sitting at the back with his feet on the seat. Goldenehaired, blue-eyed, rosyâ€"checked. the Prince sat there waving to the right and then to the left. “God bless you my bonnie lad," Grandâ€" mother said tremulously, as she waved her hand aloft. “To think I have watched two Princcs of Wales go by," said Grandmother as we walked home. She was twelve years old when the Prince of Wales, later Edward VII, visited Peterborough in 1860. The whole family rose extra early that bright September morning. It took two hours in the twoâ€" seat'ed democrat drawn by a team of horses to cover the fifteen miles into town. After putting up the horses in one of the church's driving-sheds, they walked to the station to watch the royal party dis- embark. then follow the carriages and officers on horseback that formed the procession through the decorated streets, An hour later it was over and Grandmother had her first experience of eating a fancy cake and a cup of coffee in a restaurant. Grandmother lived to be ninety. She had gradual- ly lost her sight but as she cheerfully remarked. “If I have lost my eyes, I have not lost my tongue." and so her stories continued. It has given me pleasure to recall some of the things Grandmother told me and to be grateful that “God gave his children memory that in life's garden there might be .lune roses in December." How Can I Train My Child To Be a Citizen of the World? By Mrs. Hugo Polak Ontario’s Second Prize Essay in the F.W.I.C. Competition 1959. Vince all people are brothers and sisters in the 1 ‘mm family, you should treat cum-yang with re- \ 1'! . . . Article 1 of the Universal Declaration of 1" man Rights. "in, ‘ WE ARE living in an era of rapid changes. Revolutionary developments in the field of science affect our daily lives and force us l' Jdalpt our thinking and behaviour to the changing reeds and demands of our times. Gone forever are days when families and nations could live only 1's" themselves. With the modern system of commuâ€" nations the distances between nations and contiâ€" n'ints are steadily diminishing making it imperative fur man to striVe for universal peace. As citizens of the world we have a duty to support ills“ United Nations Organization in every possible WINTER 1960 way. A reproduction of the United Nations flag and a copy of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights has been hanging in our home for many years now and has given my family an incentive for many interesting and profitable discussions around the kitchen table. In this way my children became early interested in the family of man, The old Latin proverb “Verba moven, exempla trahunt" _ “Words move, but examples pull" is just as true today as it was thQUsands of years ago. If I want my child to be a world citizen, I myself must act like one day by day, at home, at work and in public life. No amount of coaching will be of value if my words won‘t be supported by acts. To train my child for world citizenship I have to teach him to be loyal to his family, to his friends, 29