Brother Broken
Good morning Sunshine.
Dad was a WWII vet. He had served in
the Royal Canadian Navy. After the war, he pedalled a bicycle four hundred
miles north of his parents’ home in Gravelbourg, Saskatchewan. He bought land
and started a farm.
Dad caught the eye of my mom with his drop-dead good looks.
She was the cute little farm girl whose family lived nearby. She stole his
heart, and they married in 1949.
Marguerite and Jean were their names, but most people called
them Margaret and John, the Anglicized version of their French names. They were
French-Canadian Catholics, expected to populate with more French Catholics, so
they started une famille.
Their first-born was my sister, Pauly. After Pauly came Rod,
Denis, John, me, Mitch, and Gus. Two parents, seven kids. My family calls me
“Céc,” which sounds like “pace,” not “peace.”
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