She was a remarkable woman in many ways. She had grown up without a father in her home where her mother had to resort to all manner of ways to keep the household going. Grandmother ran a hotel for a while, then opened a millinery shop and at one time the whole family moved in with my grandmother’s brother who lived near the station in a house later owned by Lin MacNeil. Finally my grandmother had to sell her home when her health began to fail. My mother started teaching school while she was quite young, then moved to Western Canada where she taught in small Prairie communities until she moved to the Vancouver area. It must have been very lonely for her in those places with the long winters, sparse population centers, and far from family and friends. There is no doubt that she developed a strong sense of her own strength during those years that stood her in good stead when it came to rearing a large family. She had a respect for others that was evident to all in her community, and a quiet dignity that permeated her life and home. In my father’s letter to his parents while he was enroute to Vladivostok, he says he hopes his mother will not worry about him: “If she knew how I have enjoyed things right along she would not feel the least bit anxious at all.” This speaks volumes about my fathers attitude to life and especially his enjoyment about all the sights he saw on his trip. Everything new was of interest and he was never so happy as when he could see the way the natural world presented itself. This was a man who when the geese returned over his home in the spring would go outside in the early morning to watch their flight to 109