My family lived in the village of Carlisle, Ontario from 1972 until 2013 when, long after my three brothers and I had decamped for our own lives, our parents moved to a new house in Burlington.
I went home just before they moved to help them pack and clean up, and I used the opportunity to record some of the sounds of the house and the lot that were so much a part of our growing up. Like the pump used to empty the basement washtub. And the sound of the cold room door. I gather them here for times when we want to sonically invoke our youth.