So it is a small world Maud Gordon Lovell, a descendant of John LOVELL , the Montreal publisher of many directories an the Literary Garland is also connected to Beemer Glover line through marriage. B.
These recent stories feel like the ingredients for a memoir. My grandmother lived through the flu pandemic in Chicago. Being the quiet sort, she never said much about it and didn't keep any records as far as I know, but she was my favourite and when I could not track down many paper details of her life, I made up a story for her that was the stuff of my last novel. It is interesting to think of how "they" went through what we are going through now, but sans internet, cell phone Uber eats, etc. I found myself hungry for the social cultural history of that time, so thanks for this.
Thank you, Mary. I do keep gnawing away at these old bones. Both in fiction and nonfiction. The family story and Norfolk County. I am amazed at your feat of turning your grandmother into that novel. I do fantasize about how different our lives are. I was looking at old family photos earlier this week and was noticing all the horses they used to have. No one anymore knows the smell of horse sweat and leather harness as part of everyday life.
I don't know a great deal but the family papers etc. etc. in my step-dad's possession did pass on to me us, and we did have a lot of family history discussions when we would visit museums, historic houses, Golden Mile in Montreal. John Lovell and his wife were great family recorders as were a lot of their family members over the years.
Thanks, Cathie. I am especially proud of certain details like the red battleship linoleum in the hospital. The editor tried to cut that. She didn't think there was any such thing.
So it is a small world Maud Gordon Lovell, a descendant of John LOVELL , the Montreal publisher of many directories an the Literary Garland is also connected to Beemer Glover line through marriage. B.
That's amazing, Brenda. I was very curious about her. Do you know much about her life?
These recent stories feel like the ingredients for a memoir. My grandmother lived through the flu pandemic in Chicago. Being the quiet sort, she never said much about it and didn't keep any records as far as I know, but she was my favourite and when I could not track down many paper details of her life, I made up a story for her that was the stuff of my last novel. It is interesting to think of how "they" went through what we are going through now, but sans internet, cell phone Uber eats, etc. I found myself hungry for the social cultural history of that time, so thanks for this.
Thank you, Mary. I do keep gnawing away at these old bones. Both in fiction and nonfiction. The family story and Norfolk County. I am amazed at your feat of turning your grandmother into that novel. I do fantasize about how different our lives are. I was looking at old family photos earlier this week and was noticing all the horses they used to have. No one anymore knows the smell of horse sweat and leather harness as part of everyday life.
I don't know a great deal but the family papers etc. etc. in my step-dad's possession did pass on to me us, and we did have a lot of family history discussions when we would visit museums, historic houses, Golden Mile in Montreal. John Lovell and his wife were great family recorders as were a lot of their family members over the years.
You make the past come alive! I loved it!
Thanks, Cathie. I am especially proud of certain details like the red battleship linoleum in the hospital. The editor tried to cut that. She didn't think there was any such thing.
Oh. for sure! Yes that was so descriptive I could picture the colour and there was an effect of drawing the reader into the hospital see it.