Let us call my mother Monique Jack met my mother, Monique while he was in Northern Québec visiting family.   His father owned a tourist hunting camp far up on the St-Lawrence River.  My mother was from a small village in Northern Québec and 12 years younger than he was.  Monique was raised by two loving and young parents along with her 5 siblings.     Monique left school after 8th grade to work as a cook in a hunting camp.   Monique was a hard worker and absolutely beautiful. My father took an instant liking to her and took her fishing on their first date.  Their courtship was a short one since they lived several hundred kilometers apart.  Monique fell head over heels for her older man, a translator in Toronto, who often traveled.   His life must have seemed very exciting from her point of view.   They married in May of 1969 in Monique's hometown.   On their wedding night Jack told her the truth about his profession. After the wedding, they settled in a small bungalow with a lar

Let us call my father Jack Jack was born on a farm in Northern Ontario in the summer or 1936.   Not much is known about his childhood, other than he was free to do as he pleased; he loved hunting, fishing, and trapping. He has one sister, who seems to have been the only one responsible for all household duties when they were children. My dad played my aunt slaved.   Back in the late 1930s, men were men and women were homemakers, breeders and caretakers.   In 1936, a film called Reefer Madness was released. If you have not seen it, it's worth a watch, while smoking a joint.   When you listen to Jack speak about Mary Jane, it becomes quite clear that he has memorized the entire movie.   This "documentary" became the foundation of his moral and political opinions. To this day, he believes Cannabis to be equivalent to a highly addictive opioid.   He is so close-minded that he won't even consider the benefits of a plant. Jack left his hometown at the age of 18 to atte