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We lived in Williamstown for one year only, when I was 5. I had my 6th birthday there. We left when Dad preached about kneeling, and the United Church congregation were up in arms that he would suggest such a thing. He came home with tickets to England and said: "Start packing, we're going back... Continue Reading →
Suitcases have played an important role in my life. There have been two principal characters. The first was a brown leather suitcase I used as a child. When we left Williamstown, Ontario and moved back to England I was given a suitcase and told to put all my things in it. I could take whatever... Continue Reading →
We emigrated to Quebec from England when I was 4 months old and landed in Valcartier, a tiny French Canadian village just outside Quebec City. We only lived there a couple of years, and I have no conscious memories, but my babysitter was Quebecois so I got two mother tongues: English and French, though schooled... Continue Reading →
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