Three Things Gave Me Focus In Our Woods:
1 the creativity of Dad in building
2 the playground he
us--with our swings hung high in
the cedar trees, a merry-go-round,
and teeter totter, and
3 the life and death of my little sister Heather. Decades later I still miss "Henty" with
an ache that can, at times, stop my breath.
Tim was born 3 months before
Heather died in 1961, a baby brother who eased the loss of a sister he
never knew, a sister who once put a nickle into his wee hand. A year later
we moved again. To the United States...