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Legends of Myself 113

September 15, 2019

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113. Steveston, 1962-63. Run-Run-Run-Run Runaway I have never been a particular fan of mornings, and this was true in 1962 as well as now. I remember my foster mother rousting me for breakfast before school, and I also remember that when she couldn’t to do that for some reason, I flipped immediately to a much […]

Legends of Myself 112

September 13, 2019

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112. Steveston, 1962. Junior High There was a special excitement in heading off to school in September, 1962, because that year it was no longer elementary school but junior high. Just about everybody entering grade seven was doing that leap together, so we were all new faces to some extent, the juniors among juniors, so […]

Legends of Myself 111

September 8, 2019

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111. Steveston, 1962. French Horns, Phantom Allowances and the Issue of Standing Family life for most children is not an audition. In a real family, in a real home, the issue of belonging is settled. For a foster child, however, belonging is not settled. It is the very nature of strangers that you don’t know […]

Legends of Myself 110

September 6, 2019

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110. Steveston, 1962. The Most Likely Candidate It’s hard to imagine any foster home with a blue ribbon on it, the inscription “Acceptable to Teddy” posted on the door. Given that I fundamentally didn’t accept the decision that had been made for me in that Vancouver family court. Given my undiminished loyalty and attachment to […]

Legends of Myself 109

September 2, 2019

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109. Shrug While I’m in the company of my sisters, and before I climb into the social worker’s car to ride to my next placement, let’s talk a little about families. Foster agencies don’t do family very well. I had been separated from my parent all right, but I had also been separated from my […]

Legends of Myself 107

June 26, 2017

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107.  Vancouver, 1962: Juvie Consider Teddy captured and sobbing in a Woodward’s office.  Consider Teddy now as a child precious to you, a child known to you and under your protection.  You can settle the matter in any way.  How would you settle it?  What would you do? Consider Teddy in a car being taken […]

Legends of Myself 106

March 14, 2017

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Vancouver. Master Thief of the Woodward’s Food Floor I had a friend I made in Miss Daw’s class at Grandview School.  He lived in a ground floor apartment on Cotton Drive hardly two blocks from my address on Graveley, and he was silly in the way that boys of 12 are silly.  Practically down the […]