Lisa Elton & Gerald Stone

Our Story

I wonder sometimes if Gerry and I were meant for each other, but were simply too distracted by life to notice. Over and over again we were placed in the position to meet, long before we actually met. Gerry was raised in a house seconds from mine, before moving into the east end. We both played in the park in front of my house, without a doubt having come into contact. Perhaps I kicked over his sand castle, or vice versa. Perhaps I raced him up the slide, or vice vera. We'll never know.

Gerrys family had a cabin in Ocean Pond that was fairly close to ours. Theirs was located just seconds from my best friends cabins, April Friedman and Alison Bailey. I walked past his cabin hundreds of times over the years. But, still, we had not yet officially met.

When we were young and troublesome, we used to go up into the woods, have a fire, campout, and, you guessed it, drink beer. There was at least one occasion when we'd all be forced to scatter, because 'the police' were coming, with their flashlights and booming voices. As it turned out, it was Gerry, with his boys, likely Jason Walsh, Steve Traverse, Mark Reardon, Will Shortall ect. They would scare us off, then delight in taking our hard earned beer.

When I was in grade 11, There was a party on Highland drive. It was thrown by a friend of mine. Unfortunately, the party got fairly out-of-hand, and was broken up by the police (the real ones). Afterwords, the majority congregated in 'Dark Park'. There the party continued. At some point throughout the night, a fight broke out. My girlfriends and I sat nearby and watched with a combination of fear and delight (good old booze). As it turned out, Gerry was with his boys next to us watching the same fight. And, still, we had not yet met.

The official greeting occured after Amanda and I met the infamous Kent Simmons. We met him down at club Etomik one night after the lights turned on, declaring the night over. Numbers were exchanged, and friendships blossomed (and, yes, it was platonic).
One day, Amanda and Kent came by to pick me up. Our plan was to drive to 'the end of the world', which is a helicopter launch pad way out in flatrock. When they pulled up, I came out, hopped in the back seat, and looked to my right. Here was this handsome man-child, with these amazing shy eyes. He later confessed to having looked at my bottom as I climbed over a fence. And the rest is history.