Author Archives: ladamedobscurite

Once we moved to the new school the following school year it wasn’t long before my sister started running away and fighting against Dad with all her might.  Apparently one time Dad found out where she was and went to … Continue reading →

After grade 6 at Northlea where we bussed to and fro for the rest of the year, we went to a neighbourhood where I met Mr. Parks and Cathy.  All the girls, or at least all that I remember, swooned … Continue reading →

The home we lived in while living with the foster parents was a self contained unit built inside a barn. That probably sounds a bit odd, but we lived on what used to be farmland, Sunnybrook Farm to be exact, … Continue reading →

When we moved from the apartment to the first rental house at the outer edge of the city I discovered boxes of books in the basement. I was always looking in cracks and crevices for things of interest.  So much … Continue reading →

My new mom is so beautiful. She has “curled” brown hair, big brown eyes, the best laugh and beautiful skin.  She is 7 years older than me and so smart.  She can do multiplication of any two numbers in her … Continue reading →

Once dad and step-mom were married and we were in our new digs, we started taking the bus to school.  I don’t know if it was by design or happy luck that we were in an apartment where we only … Continue reading →

The foster parents were getting ready to retire to the United States.  They built a small retirement home between two small towns, Ripley and Westfield, N.Y. They told our father that they’d take us with them, but apparently they had … Continue reading →

It’s odd that I can’t find a picture in my mind of what my foster father looked like.  Every time I try, I see my step-mother’s father whom I adore(d). I know my foster dad made me laugh.  One of … Continue reading →

I’ve already told you that Foster Mom wanted my infant sister and acquiesced to taking me too. I still have ambivalent feelings towards her, though she’s been dead for over 20 years. Maybe she became bitter as a young woman … Continue reading →

I mentioned in a previous post that we weren’t allowed to go to other people’s places or have anyone over to our place. I don’t really understand the reasoning for this, perhaps we would glimpse what life was like beyond … Continue reading →