Outside the white-brick colonial inn in Williamsburg, Va., Prime Minister William Lyon Mackenzie King stood in the April sunshine, lightheartedly swinging his walking stick. The lawns, trees and trim hedges of the former Virginia Colony capital were bright with the fresh greens of spring, but a raw wind was blowing through the town. A small boy and two little girls stopped to eye the man in the grey Hamburg and blue. overcoat and he struck up a conversation.
Where were they from, he asked. From Washington. And where was he from? From Canada. "Isn't it cold up there?" asked the boy....
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
