A scant 24 hours ago, we had been in a foreign country, although it is difficult to call Nova Scotia a “foreign country.”
Tag Archives: History
Coming to America
Immigrants have come to America like ocean waves rolling one after the other into shore.
Eighty Feet Apart
Two houses’ front doors are eighty feet apart, the width of a lot line. The sign on the house to the right had the name of the Elephant Party candidate for President; the other, the name of the Donkey Party candidate.
Dealing with the Past
For decades, our household had two tenants hanging around rent free: Sarah, my great-great grandmother, and her grandmother, Elizabeth.
Marshall Craig 