The suburbs: Greying fringes
From Tuesday’s Globe and Mail
In the seventies and eighties, with their own young daughters underfoot, the Daousts’ suburban neighbourhood crackled with the lively sounds of kids splashing out back, shooting pucks out front and playing tag on lawns everywhere.
Then the suburban soundscape started to go quiet.
“Only the parents remained, people our age,” recalled Ms. Daoust, a retired lab technician. “Everything was so still. We used to hear children yelling and playing. But then there was nothing, nothing.