My mother left our visitors in the kitchen, took me up to her bedroom, got a new picture book from the bottom drawer of her dresser, and sat down to read it. Needless to say, I was very puzzled.

LoveChild 32: The Tipping Point

Apart from moving to a brand new town, the most memorable event for me in the summer of 1952 was my being a flowergirl at my Aunt Brucie’s wedding.

LoveChild 31: New Experiences

In my short life, we’d already moved from Indian Head, Saskatchewan, to Wolseley. Now, we moved to Crystal City, Manitoba.

LoveChild 30: We Start All Over in Crystal City

As always, the new year began with my birthday. But it also began with my parents wondering if they should make another change in our circumstances.

LoveChild 29: As I Turn Four, My Parents Become Restless

The next morning, I came downstairs and was shocked to see the baby robin huddled on the narrow window above our front door.

A Robins’ Nest at Our Front Door, Part 3

I mentioned earlier that I was given a hot water bottle when I was a baby. While it was great for warming up my bed, I didn’t care for its other use.

LoveChild 28: The Problem We Didn’t Talk About

Early one morning about three weeks after I first saw the nest, I looked out and saw a baby robin.

A Robins’ Nest at Our Front Door, Part 2

I opened the front door to get our newspaper and was startled when a bird flew past my head, chirping angrily.

A Robins’ Nest at Our Front Door, Part 1

With school closed, many parents are forced to become the teachers. Here are some tips for what to do.

10 Ways to Survive with Schools Closed and Your Kids at Home

In the midst of a crowd, when I couldn’t see my parents, I felt a little bit afraid. But when a man tried to help me by putting me on his shoulder to help me see, I was terrified.

LoveChild 27: A Scary Experience

Can you imagine how much my mother, who wanted a dainty little girl, disliked my being surrounded by boys and dirt, and reveling in it?

LoveChild 26: Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice

People look at pictures of me when I was young, and think my hair was lovely. But it was actually the single biggest bone of contention between me and my mother. And I had no control over it!

LoveChild 25: My Hair Had a Mind of Its Own