I shall call this story “Mother” because it’s all about Father. What Father did and said was the only thing that mattered to Mother. I wish I had known Mother before she was Mrs. Father. I cannot ever imagine her as Mrs. Mother because she died two years before…
Spring was young, I over seventy. With Spring all about me I sat sketching in the clearing that was now given over to second growth—baby pines, spruce, hemlock, cedar and creeping vines, fireweed, bracken. The clearing was off the Happy Valley Road at Metchosen, not far from Victoria. Seventy…
One year after the publication of Klee Wyck, The Book of Small appeared. I had wintered in a Nursing Home. Domestic help and fuel problems were difficult owing to war. I was quite eligible for a Nursing Home because I was really ill. There I lay waiting and waiting for Small to…
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