Sticks and Stones
We were one of a few black families living in a mostly white neighbourhood in the town of Oakville population 4000 in the early thirty’s. My parents with their four children had moved there from Toronto when I was four years old.
For the most part we made good friends and did well in school both academically and athletically. When occasionally a few rather ignorant boys would call us names our parents would remind us; “sticks and stones can break my bones but names can never hurt me”.
However as I got older I began to realize the limitations of that saying and began to rephrase it to “stick and stones only break my bones but names can really hurt me”. This phrase is a reminder for me to always be respectful in how I speak to and speak of others.