Once Upon a Time, Fifty Years Ago

I was eight years old when my mother and father told my sister and me that we were going to live in Canada. At the time, it seemed like just a dream. I hadn’t studied Canadian history or geography at my school in England yet and so the only resource I had was [...]

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Bedtime

I’ve always liked bedtime. When I was a very little girl in England, we lived in a row house which is kind of like a townhouse but not nearly as posh. At bedtime, my father would carry me up the stairs on his back and take me to my tiny room at the rear of [...]

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