Dad decided to get his PhD at the University of Michigan. He, Mum, and Tim drove across America the last days of 1963 and nearly killed themselves on an ice sheet. Our former boarder Joan took my sisters and me on a storybook train ride across the Canadian prairies--complete with etiquette lessons on fine dining. S--o-o fun! An adventure that did not portend the troubled years ahead.

1. Our first home was north of Bach Elementary--a wee house with no frig. Dad lined a trunk with Hudson's Bay blankets, set it outside the back door, and suddenly washing dishes was preferable to setting the table! And we got used to drinking milk with ice shards.

2. Three months later we rented a house west of the school. My sisters and I dragged our belongings in a red wagon across the play field and moved in. I was 11.

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