Anne and Allan 1963-1964

Toronto 1963 Rosemary, my sister worked for Bryant Press, and through her I met Anne, who also worked for Bryant Press. As she was from England and hadn't been around a great deal, I decided to take her to Niagara Falls on our first date. We got on quite well, and after a short while decided to get married in 1964 giving her parents time to make arrangements to come over for the wedding. It was around this time that the new CNR Hump Yard was being built at Concord, just north of Toronto, and because of staffing requirements staffing downtown became a problem, and there started being a lot of overtime, which I took full advantage of. I was still paying off a 1963 Chevrolet Biscayne I had bought, plus we had to buy furniture, and a variety of other things. We were married in 1964, the first picture is Anne and myself with my niece Susan Arsenault in front. The second picture is at our apartment on Elm Grove with myself on the left mother Edith Gray, Leonard Dyke Anne's dad George Gray, my stepfather, Catherine Dyke, Anne's mum with Anne Gray, my half sister sitting in front. A couple of funny things happened at that apartment which was just up the street from Mother's house. One day in the winter after a snow storm I drove up a Lane way that was just under our second floor bedroom window and got slightly stuck, and when the tires started spinning under the window Anne opened it and asked if I needed any help, I told her no it would be OK and I would be up in a minute, which I was. The next day I got through OK and it was about 3AM so I sneaked into the bedroom being as quiet as I could hoping not to wake Anne, when some other guy comes in the Lane and gets stuck in the same place. I was standing in a dark corner, and knew what to expect. Anne stir rs then gets up and leans out the window, and I say Boo from within the room, she was so scared she almost jumped out the window, after stifling a scream. Another time while working the midnight shift on overtime I stepped on the edge of a tie and broke all the ligaments in my ankle, and had to be taken to the Western Hospital for ex rays. When they decided what had happened, I took a Cab home and had to go into the Apartment on my hands and knees because I couldn't walk. They had discharged me after putting a Tensor bandage on my ankle, and told me to check with my doctor the next day. I got to the apartment door and knocked on it, it was about 5 AM and Anne was hesitant to answer it because of the time but did so, and found me on my hands and knees, and was probably wondering what she had gotten herself into. While in the hospital emergency room that night I guess about 3 AM a guy comes in none the worse for wear, and looked OK to me but no visible damage. When the nurse comes in to check on him, she asked him what his problem was because she could see no obvious problem. The guy lifts his pant leg to show that his leg had severe burns and seemed to be all black and red. The nurse then asks him how he did that, and he says he spilled boiling tar on his leg. The nurse wondering what he was doing with burning tar at 3AM, says when did you do that, and he says about 5PM yesterday, startled she then says, and you took so long to come to the hospital, and he says, it hurt so bad I had to go and get a few drinks, and one led to another, but the effects of the alcohol was wearing off, and it was starting to pain him. The nurse then asks him where did this happen, and he replies, Kitchener, and the nurse goes away shaking her head saying she will get a doctor, leaving the guy starting to moan, and me there looking at him, and shaking my head, thinking, it takes all kinds. Later that year we found they were going to increase our rent from $87.00 per month, to $100.00 per month and I thought we could do better, so we started to look.