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