The grass had a coating of frost as we pulled into the long driveway. The house was red brick and seemed friendly enough. My father braked and the Olds came to a stop. Our first night in the Dickson house. Bags were unpacked, pj’s and bedding hauled inside. My room […]
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Home Fires: Third House, Sillery Quebec
The Dickson Avenue house was my mother’s dream. She came from a predominantly English-speaking town in the eastern townships where, in those days, being English meant you had it made in the shade. Her father owned an insurance agency and she remembered the depression years as more or less having […]
Home Fires: Second House in Grand Allée, Quebec City
My very old, faded and worn landed immigrant card says my family and I crossed the border into Canada in April, 1954. I would have been two and a half, so of course I can’t really remember anything about it, but somehow my mind has supplied an image of my […]