My mother would hide the stuff we had under a rock out in the field a beans, brown sugar a and she would trade it to other people for the things she needed. We had a little bit ... We had to read out loud, and I couldna#39;t pronounce words and I was afraid and I forgot everything. Boy ... When I was 10, an Englishman took a big contract for 100 men to cut wood and work in the forest at Upsalquitch. He talkedanbsp;...
|Title||:||Best Canadian essays 1989|
|Author||:||Doug Fetherling, George Fetherling|