While out for an evening walk today, I had the wonderful, unexpected priveledge of meeting Donald Timms.
I had stopped on the sidewalk on Byron St S, by Centennial Park, to listen to the band playing in the gazebo, when this elderly gentleman came walking down his driveway & stood beside me. We chatted for the longest time. Ended up, after giving me a handful of tomatoes from his garden, invited me into his home, where the photo album lay on his sofa. We flipped through, page by page, as he pointed out the who & where of each photo. This very school photo is in his photo album, he pointed himself out in the back row, along with a few familiar names.
What a gift it was to meet Don Timms, flip through photographs & hear his stories of days gone by.
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While out for an evening walk today, I had the wonderful, unexpected priveledge of meeting Donald Timms.
I had stopped on the sidewalk on Byron St S, by Centennial Park, to listen to the band playing in the gazebo, when this elderly gentleman came walking down his driveway & stood beside me. We chatted for the longest time. Ended up, after giving me a handful of tomatoes from his garden, invited me into his home, where the photo album lay on his sofa. We flipped through, page by page, as he pointed out the who & where of each photo. This very school photo is in his photo album, he pointed himself out in the back row, along with a few familiar names.
What a gift it was to meet Don Timms, flip through photographs & hear his stories of days gone by.