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Comment by Marion O'Connor on April 26th, 2009 at 11:20 pm

You haven’t mentioned Tecumseh Park in my birthplace, Chatham, Ontario, Canada. It is a modest park, but I have grand memories of it — as a youngster growing up in Chatham, I learned to cross that part of the Thames River that cut through the park by bravely walking along a fallen tree, cheered on by my oldest brother. There was a swimming pool, too. The park was very natural back then — I was born in St. Joseph’s Hospital in 1924, baptized in St. Jos. church, attended the parochial school of the same name — off and on.It was another depression time, my Dad moved where the odd jobs were: Ridgetown, Blenheim, Windsor, even Detroit briefly — then we went East to Toronto around 1939 — world war two created lots of jobs.
I’ve been around the world, now live in the heart of Manhattan (a good Indian name!)but I shall never forget warm summer afternoons in Tecumseh Park. I just watched Rick Burns’ fine documentary on Tecumseh; it prompted this letter. Marion O’Connor

Comment by Mary Anglin on August 5th, 2009 at 2:00 am

Thank you for sharing this precious memory! I have included the park in the list of things named after this great chief. Mary Anglin

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