It was the dirty thirties when Hazel was dropped off at the door of an orphanage. She learned right then and there at the tender age of nine how to make lemonade from lemons. After suffering a serious burn at her workhouse as a teenager, she receives plastic surgery from one of Toronto’s first plastic surgeons at East General Hospital. She goes on to discover her birth certificate that had been hidden away, and she accepts her First Nations status up at Manitoulin Island.

Hazel G was a war-time bride with stars in her eyes. She moved into her first real home at Eldon Avenue, just off Danforth Avenue in 1946. The reader finds her a few years later, a widow with four hungry stomachs to feed.

After burying two husbands, she reconnects with a Canadian Armed Forces colonel who brings an entirely new viewpoint into her life.