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Legends of Myself 122

October 31, 2019


122. Vancouver, 1964-65. Main Street: The Broken Boy I think it was November, and we moved to Main Street. My father was working for the CNR in the railway yard just a few streets over, and the address was convenient. We had a room in a rooming house with their entrance fronting on Union Street—photographic […]

Legends of Myself 121

October 26, 2019


PART VII: The Cure, 1964-65 121. Vancouver, 1964-65. Interlude: Hastings and Britannia And so, with the social worker gone and the door closed behind her, while the angels cake walk and jive on the head of a pin, and the jazz horns rooty-tootle in the heavens, let’s consider why the story of my childhood doesn’t […]

Legends of Myself 120

October 16, 2019


120. Vancouver, 1964. Victory The household that my father nominated to Children’s Aid as my new foster family could hardly have been more different from the agency’s choices on my behalf, and my new neighbourhood was rather a contrast, too. “R”, my fifth foster father, was Irish by descent, identity and politics. He was thin, […]

Legends of Myself 119

October 14, 2019


119. Cloverdale, 1964. Incorrigible For my fourth foster home, Children’s Aid again assigned me to Cloverdale. I don’t know whether it was because they still envisioned a rural life to cure young Ted of being who he was, or whether it was because of the particular qualities of my new foster mother, again, a cure […]

Legends of Myself 118

October 11, 2019


118. Richmond, 1964. Escape As a father and grandfather, I have seen that young children live in a world of touching, sitting on, cozying in, leaning against, holding. Love and home is tactile, and it presumes the absolute right of the child to be there. I don’t think that that basic relationship changes, either, as […]

Legends of Myself 117

October 9, 2019


117. Richmond, 1963-64. Beatles, Barbers and Radios You didn’t go to Garden City Road for high culture. It was not that flavour of household. Nor did my foster family indicate much if any lingering cultural influence from Eastern Europe. As for Fred, I don’t suppose he had any more awareness of such things than most […]

Legends of Myself 116

October 1, 2019


116. Richmond, 1963-64. Jiggers, Squares and Holy Cats In September I continued at Cambie School and began Grade Eight. Grade Eight, as I recall, was a good year for English reading. We were assigned a book of Greek myths, which fit neatly with my own already well-established love of fairy tales . Then we read […]