At summer's end we moved to Ontario where Ted taught at Jarvis Christian School. A motel cabin was home for seven last weeks of pregnancy. I nurtured nesting instincts; braided a rug, painted a rocking chair. Craving sweet corn, took ears from an unfenced field; boiled, buttered, salted but tasteless. Oh, field corn! Finally our top floor Simcoe apartment was ready. After the long moving day we slept until labor pains started at 3 a.m. October 20. Twelve hours later our son was born; took him home on my 22nd birthday. I was reborn with Christopher (Dopher, Baby Duff), nursing, napping, singing, talking, hanging clean diapers to dry in balcony sun, discovering Lake Erie Sand Hills Park. It was a year of kairos time and space for forming a new satellite family, a nucleus sprung from roving Ribbens-Roorda transplants.