My brother was three years older than me. I had twin sisters who were two years younger. My mother was a small, gentle woman. She had read widely, travelled, lived in New York, and written poetry. My father received brutal … Continue reading →
The little house at the Crossroads was the home of my great-grandfather, Alexander McKenzie, who was a boot and shoe maker, and employed four men; which was a large business for a country area in P.E.I. The house was on … Continue reading →
The phone rings. Sunday. My sister Shirley. “June, I have some bad news, there has been an accident.” ‘An accident, someone hurt?’ “Helen. She and George and Scott in the car.” ‘Are they all hurt?’ “No, just Helen.” ‘Merciful God. … Continue reading →
Having lunch with Ginnie Bell, 2006 (photo by Ginnie Bell)
Continue reading →Marrying Charles Douglas Maginley in 1982 in Sydney, covered in confetti.
Continue reading →Here we are in 1960, a couple of months after Pam was born. Heather is holding her little doll Jane.
Continue reading →Mom was radiant and happy in her second marriage (1982). Charles was a better match for her, emotionally, than my father had been, and they were having adventures together.
Continue reading →Little me (Heather) sitting between my parents. I’ve always loved this candid picture for the feeling of being enveloped and taken care of by these marvellous big people, a primal feeling about parents and especially mothers that we all have, … Continue reading →
The feminist movement represents, for the most part, the younger, well-educated woman who chooses to have a career, or decides to stay home for a few years to nurture her children. She feels in control of her life. But there … Continue reading →