The lakelands west of the Abitibieast of the Driftwood: this is where the
story begins. Solidly brought forth: ancestor to offspring carried forward through
aland of winter
by spirit and burden
their soulsCold harsh spirit
by the landwaters
the Height of Land
muskegearth flowing into
first few people:
this is a story of some of themsome of us
Earlier in the South, Seaforth near the great lake
Huron: Was it the Thirties or the Forties? Grace, you were there, fervent of spirit,
a flapper, I was told. I’m not sure what that means; but somehow, I’m seeing a
The few photos that I do have show a person of
vibrancy. You, Jack and Glenn. I try to make sense of the relationships. Told
that you were married to one of those brothers: my grandfather’s brothers. One
looks like me . The blood flow of generations - to me, to this new
maybe he was like me, too -not such a good choice if it’s about Loving Women.
could see it in one of my mother’s brothers, and there it is in my mother’s uncle.
Things are different now. I’m sorry it wasn’t so for
you, Glenn, nor you, Uncle
(but that’s another story). This is Grace’s story,
I asked my mother’s oldest sister, about you this summer: to find out about you,
about who you were.
She told me about Glenn joining the army during one
of the wars -the second one, I guess. Did he ask you, or did he just go? I’m
thinking, from hearing the stories, that it was probably the latter. You were
left then, with the children, with your hunger. So you dated. Alice mentioned
something about servicemen. And then the children being taken away.
It was a different
time. Maybe Glenn and you wouldn’t have marriedif things had been different for him
and for you.
You could have found a man truly capable of loving you. You could have been the
person you wanted to be. And he, the person that he needed to be.
(This is all speculation on my part, of course;
story does seem plausible. I’ve seen it in my own lifetime -close to home.)
photograph of you is the one with the big toothsome smile, your 1920s hair. I
see a baby’s leg in the corner of the photo -possibly a doll.
lushness in the otherphotos tell me the
setting is Seaforth or Goderich -some Victorian garden, at an ancestral home.
(I’ve driven through there once, but not to stay.)
estranged son visited you in the nursing home
you were older, is what my aunt told me. She losttouch