Gram from Trois-Rivières – Part II

In which the author 'rends his garments' so to speak.   Jesus F Christ, my writing is just…terrible. What a bunch of sappy, artsy-fartsy crap. Let’s get real here, as much as I can. My Grandmother was born in 1904, big family, Catholic, poor. She liked her father, had a contentious relationship with her mother. … Continue reading Gram from Trois-Rivières – Part II