Christmas 1948 The first Christmas I remember was in 1948, when my mother and I were living in Toronto. Mother, who had been a Salvation Army officer in England before she met and married my father, was in charge of the Bedford Park Salvation Army Corps, just off Yonge Street on Glenforest Road in North Toronto. My father was in the Salvation Army Training College for Officers. Although he wasn’t far away, we didn’t get to see much of him because training was a year-long, full-time, live-in commitment. We lived at the back of The Salvation Army hall, long since demolished to make way for housing. There was an entrance…