Growing up I was lucky enough to know my great-grandma Mary Gordon (née Roche), she lived to be 96 and was full of life and so many stories. She grew up in County Clare, Ireland and immigrated to Canada during World War II with my grandmother and my great-uncle Donny.
Read MoreI never knew my great-great-uncle Albert Lloyd Fox (his mother spelled it Loyd). But growing up I always heard of how he died fighting for his country. My grandfather was lucky enough to get hold of his diary that he kept during the war.
Read MoreI’m Métis on my mother’s side and as I’ve grown up, I’ve become very driven to learn more about what that means. Thankfully my uncle has done some incredible family tree work. He’s shared many Indigenous books, family documents, photos and bits of history along the way and for that I am grateful.
Read MoreMaureen Parisien sits on her living room couch bouncing one grandchild, or as she likes to call them “grand babies.” Another grandchild is running around the living room, testing out her newly discovered mobility. Maureen is frantically flipping through her day planner trying to figure out if one of her 11 grand babies had a birthday that day.
Read MoreI always remembered sitting on that itchy chair on those hot summer days watching my brothers’ baseball games. I grew up with that chair “KDM” woven into the back. Kenneth Darren May, my dad, is who the chair was made for. His aunt Lillian, or, aunt Lill made it for him in her days at The Hand Crafter.
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