Warren W. Evans

Corky, Peggy and the Goldfinch Warren W. Evans

Is there an experience as profound, as indefinable, as cherished, as savoured as fresh love, that sweet love in youth? As if on cue, we are wrenched away from the frivolities of childhood and launched into a new awakening of soul and self. The mere touch of a gentle hand, the soft gaze of dewy bright eyes, the gait, the strength of voice, the flick of a lock of hair stirs within us urgent passions and yearnings that Nature had set aside for us, latent and dormant. But what recollection of youth can be held more dear than that first kiss of a first love? It is the treasure of our memorabilia. This is, for the most part, a love story that had its stirrings in a most unusual place in Canada, and which began with Warren's first kiss from his first love. This is a story for all those who have known love, real love! This is also a story of "memories", safeguarded and cherished. But then, there is much more . . .