I spent the first 6 years of my life in the small town of Fenwood, Saskatchewan. The picture below is from 1952. The largest white building almost at the centre of the picture was a hotel that burned to the ground when I was 5 years old. My mother took me around the block to gather with everyone else from the town to watch the spectacle.

  On , I lived at 118, 3rd Avenue. Note in the picture below the large window in the front of the house. After the hotel burned down my mother was going to Baron's store for some groceries. I was afraid our house might burn down if she left so I pounded so hard on that window I put my fist through the glass. I recall getting in a great deal of trouble as the house did not belong to us. It was the parsonage for the church to the right where my father was the pastor.

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  In my story Corvan's house would have been where the tin roof structure is currently located in the empty field north of what would have been 4th Avenue (see google map link). Fry's farm would have been close to the the large dugout pond, just to the right of main street. The Fenwood school is the boarded up red brick building at the end of Main Street. In my story I was going back a bit further so I went with a one room clapboard building, similar to the one to the right on the Google street view.

  Baron’s store, which was a real name and place back in the 1960’s was at the intersection of 1st Avenue and Main Street. If you have ever seen the Canadian sitcom, Corner Gas, thats pretty what it would have been like in Fenwood back in my day.

  When it comes to my novel I assigned the name Fenwood to the city near to Corvan's hometown.

  Below is the sketch of Corvan's hometown that I use in my story Journey to the Cor.