by Mary Wakefield Buxton –
URBANNA — I grew up in a small town (Vermilion, Ohio) in a one car, one telephone (black), one TV and one bathroom home. My bedroom looked out on Lake Erie. It might just as well have been an ocean for there was no land in sight.
I knew from many trips to various northern ports on Father’s boat that a great country called Canada was on the other shore where the people talked “funny.” That funny talk I later learned was the English accent.
