My father's name was Oswald Purkis. He was born and raised in Toronto. Unfortunately at the age of three he had polio, which left him partially crippled in one leg, so that as he walked he dragged his one foot.
He grew up and went through public school as far as grade eight, but got no further. One of his school chums and a chum that he hung around with was a William Wright. They did many things together, and were in Rochester when World War One was declared. Returning home and a year or so later, William Wright enlisted in the Army, and my father, because of his handicap, was denied serving overseas, which he was quite thankful for I think because so many fellows lost their lives.
Also because of his handicap and his polio, which carried on for all his life because these diseases do afflict you for many years, he tried to figure out some of the things he could do and one that was passed down in the family history was when the newspapers would list the casualties and the homecoming of wounded soldiers, he and his father would send out postcards to those particular families advertising a banner of welcome home, and a multitude of flags of different sizes that could be put up around the home to welcome the individual home. He carried on this business for quite a few years through the war, and then of course when the war ended, that was the end of that activity.