As the world war progressed rentals went down till it became impossible to meet living expenses without throwing in my every resource. I had no time to paint so had to rent the studio flat and make do myself with a basement room and a tent in my back…
Author: Emily Carr
Coming up Simcoe Street I stopped short and nearly strangled! There, stretched right across the front windows of the Doll’s Flat, the street side of my respectable apartment house, dangled from the very rods where my fresh curtains had been when I went out–one huge suit of men’s natural wool…
The family in Lower West consisted of a man, a woman and a child. A week after they moved in, the woman’s sister came to stay with her. She was straight from hospital and brought a new-born infant with her–a puny, frail thing, that the doctor shook his head…