Tuesday, September 3, 2013


This picture was taken just as the twenties gave way to the thirties. From this distant vantage point, those decades have almost become cliches. The Roaring Twenties, a decade of prosperity followed heartbreakingly by the Dirty Thirties, a decade of drought and desperation.
My mother was insulated from so much of the despair of that decade by the remoteness of her upbringing. The Nelson family lived in the woods of British Columbia. They had goats and chickens and a huge garden. Grandpa hunted and trapped and fished. In the summer, their were berries aplenty to pick and in the winter, Grandpa harvested ice from the lake to sell to the hotel, and the family skied and skied and skied. Grandpa was from Norway. That is all the explanation you need on that point.
My mother enjoyed a childhood rich in family life.
Is there a better foundation?

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