I last saw my father in 1950, when I was six. Over the last couple of years I have found out that he lived most of his life since then in southern Ontario and that I have six half-siblings, some of whom I have now had the pleasure of meeting. Also in 1950 my grandfather […]
Family
Thoughts While Preparing the Turkey
Christmas 1948 The first Christmas I remember was in 1948, when my mother and I were living in Toronto. Mother, who had been a Salvation Army officer in England before she met and married my father, was in charge of the Bedford Park Salvation Army Corps, just off Yonge Street on Glenforest Road in North […]
This Spectr’d Isle
My mother has been to see me only a couple of times since she died The last time she visited she came with my grandmother, who died in 1954.
Remembrance
One might say, at a stretch, that I am a survivor of WWII, as a piece of shrapnel penetrated our Anderson shelter during an air-raid in the first week of my life and parted my mother’s hair as she held me in her arms. Even though I don’t remember that or anything else that happened to me […]