Julie Ireton

After the survivors and I met up last summer, I started my search for the man who punched the music teacher. It took me a few months to make contact. We fondly call him Punch Daddy. Sam still lives close to Port Credit Secondary School. It's the same house he's lived in for decades. In 1975, Sam's daughter was 16 and in Walker's band. She had sexual encounters with the music teacher.

After the survivors and I met up last summer, I started my search for the man who punched the music teacher. It took me a few months to make contact. We fondly call him Punch Daddy. Sam still lives close to Port Credit Secondary School. It's the same house he's lived in for decades. In 1975, Sam's daughter was 16 and in Walker's band. She had sexual encounters with the music teacher.

She recently died.

She recently died.

I sent Sam an email. Then he called me. Only a week has gone by and here we are.

I sent Sam an email. Then he called me. Only a week has gone by and here we are.

Before we get to Sam's, Anne-Marie has a quick errand. She doesn't want to arrive empty-handed.

Before we get to Sam's, Anne-Marie has a quick errand. She doesn't want to arrive empty-handed.

He did something. He did something. Finally, an adult who reported the teacher. Here we go. Sam greets us with warm handshakes. He's about six feet tall. He wears leather moccasins and a fleece sweater. He's quite limber for someone in his late 80s. This is Anne-Marie. Anne-Marie, do you have another one? I'll just check on the tea. Okay, thank you. Sure. Sam heads to the kitchen.

He did something. He did something. Finally, an adult who reported the teacher. Here we go. Sam greets us with warm handshakes. He's about six feet tall. He wears leather moccasins and a fleece sweater. He's quite limber for someone in his late 80s. This is Anne-Marie. Anne-Marie, do you have another one? I'll just check on the tea. Okay, thank you. Sure. Sam heads to the kitchen.

Anne-Marie and I sit down in the living room, look at each other in disbelief. It seems surreal that we are here. But we both dread the conversation that's to come. We know it will be painful.

Anne-Marie and I sit down in the living room, look at each other in disbelief. It seems surreal that we are here. But we both dread the conversation that's to come. We know it will be painful.

I just take mine black. I take black too. Sam's house is spotless. He's a widower and now lives alone. He brings out a pretty porcelain cream and sugar set, mugs, napkins, a plate of cookies, and our cupcakes. Sam's voice cracks as he talks about his family, points to all the photos around the room. His grandchildren, his daughter who died.

I just take mine black. I take black too. Sam's house is spotless. He's a widower and now lives alone. He brings out a pretty porcelain cream and sugar set, mugs, napkins, a plate of cookies, and our cupcakes. Sam's voice cracks as he talks about his family, points to all the photos around the room. His grandchildren, his daughter who died.

She can't tell us her story, so I'm protecting their privacy. Sam is a pseudonym.

She can't tell us her story, so I'm protecting their privacy. Sam is a pseudonym.

We chat for a while. Then it's time to discuss why we've come. Ann Marie tells Sam her story.

We chat for a while. Then it's time to discuss why we've come. Ann Marie tells Sam her story.

He says sexual encounters had occurred between the music teacher and his daughter. Soon after Sam found out, he and his daughter went to the high school. They met with the principal.

He says sexual encounters had occurred between the music teacher and his daughter. Soon after Sam found out, he and his daughter went to the high school. They met with the principal.