The cottage his grandparents stayed in when his grandfather, Don Hutchins, was chauffeur for Mrs. Molson, the matriarch of the Molson family.
Terry remembers his parents driving there with their three young boys to stay with "Nan" and "Gramps" and enjoy the beach.
The house was at the bottom of a hill opposite a rocky beach, he remembered, as we drove back and forth along a stretch of beach, hunting for the location.
My grandfather had to climb stairs behind the cottage to go up to the Molson home, Terry recalled. I once helped him haul ice up those stairs - big chunks of ice - to put in the Molson's ice box, back in the day before they had a refrigerator.
Both houses may be long gone, I cautioned...
Finally we asked, and discovered the cottage there... much as he had remembered it - though painted a different color.
Then we were invited to a neighboring house on the hill... with its lovely gardens...
Much had changed in 50 years: The properties had been sold to new owners...
(You hold on to memories, but life moves on.)
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