Three Things Gave Me Focus In Our Woods:

1 the creativity of Dad in building our home;
2 the playground he fixed for 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...

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