STORIES FROM THE BUSH IN QUEBEC

February 15 th, 1970. Dear Brother, Where shall I begin? There is so much to tell you, some of it frustrating, some of it frightening, much of it makes me angry, but you do need to know. Oh, and there is also the bit I find hilarious. I’ll try to put it down in logical order here to make it easier... Sign in to see full entry.

February 8 th, 1970. Dear Brother, The police came here!! Imagine my shock! I was not even halfway up the stairs to the house, and Mrs. D. threw open the door, all harried like, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards her husband’s office, whispering that there were two policemen waiting to see... Sign in to see full entry.

January 30 th, 1969. Dearest Brother, You can’t believe how disappointed I was when today, 24 hours before the deadline, there was only the weekly letter from Cousin Wanita. I ran upstairs to read it alone in my room; I was that upset. Then, when I opened the envelope and unfolded her page, I found... Sign in to see full entry.

January 12 th, 1969. Dear Brother, I am so sorry that I was out when you rang. They told me that you left no message, except that you would get in touch with me later. You know me. Instead of waiting, I tried to reach you anyway. I was more than a little surprised when I heard that your number had... Sign in to see full entry.