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them replied. They rode off, disappointed. There
weren’t any other Black folks around—not in

Mississauga, anyway.

One day, we went for a long drive northwest of

Mississauga. Suddenly, we entered into a little village

called Orangeville. We went into a small store, and all
eyes were on us. We asked for two sodas but were

completely ignored. The year was about 1974—the first

time I had ever been discriminated against. So, we got
back in our car and left—real fast.

All was going well until one day, my employers had a
big fight. The husband pulled a gun on his wife. I don't

know if it was loaded or not, but we were so scared, we
decided to leave—with the wife begging us not to go.

We had to call the cops. For some reason, he did not get

charged.

We left and found an apartment in Toronto. Life in

Toronto was very interesting. Before climate change,
winter was terrible. There would be mountains of snow

everywhere. We would hear of whiteouts up north,

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