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  https://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/brenda-milner I am going to be sub teaching for my usual 4th grade students today and was trying to choose a  book I would read to them. Because I’m going to Alaska in a few weeks, I thought of a book of stories that I typed up for Dr. Melzack at McGill—he transcribed Eskimo folklore in his “spare time” from his Psych stuff. And I typed up one of his books, “Why the Man in the Moon is Happy”. Sadly, the book costs $44 on Amazon or I’d buy it. Actually Ron gave me a copy of the typescript when I typed it those many years ago but of course I don’t have it. As I don’t have books in my library I’ve chosen a book from Kindle so that’s sorted. And what does that have to do with Brenda Milner you ask? Well, the other prof I worked for was Peter Milner, Brenda’s ex-husband. When I worked in the office Brenda was still a formidable presence from time to time although she worked up at the Allen Institute. When she’d call Peter on the phone she

When you’ve moved as much as I have—and moved LONG distances—it’s difficult to look at friendships and say, this person was my closest friend or that. In terms of longevity, I have two friends I have known for almost 50 years, Susan and Jean. And I have another friend, Jacqui, whom I met about 45 years ago when I worked at McGill University. Finally, I have a friend from my years in England in the mid 1970s, Sheila, who still lives in England. They’re actually the only friendships I still keep up with regularly that date from childhood/early university/England years. And even with them there have been times that we lost contact, times when I was moving too often to keep sending updates on where I was and what I was doing. We caught up later, sometimes years later. But we did catch up and because of that shared history, it wasn’t difficult to catch up, to re-establish the friendship. Only it was on different terms: where it might have been weekly or monthly get togethers, or pen and pap

  Hmm, another difficult interview question. I have actually lived in multiple countries and it would take several books to catalogue all those changes. So I will just do a compare/contrast between where I lived growing up, in Montreal, and where I live now in Sierra Vista. Although Montreal is a much bigger city than Sierra Vista is, I lived in a smallish area of Montreal called Rosemount. Actually it was called Rosemount back then but it’s now called Rosemont-La Petite Patrie. Roughly 130,000 people now live in the area but when I was growing up, huge swathes of it were still unoccupied land and I vaguely remember cows not that far away. That was when we first moved there, when I was 2. The cows were gone by the time I went to school. We were living in a duplex, two up/two down, near Hochelaga, actually quite close to where the Olympic Park is. I have the address somewhere in my dad’s old papers; he put his address on his wartime C.V. But as he moved from being blue collar, on the sh

 I would thank so many people (in a kind of chronological order): My parents for providing a secure and loving home. My father for continuing that support after my mother died. For his supporting me financially in a way that taught me to acknowledge my mistakes and learn how to support myself as I grew older. I thank other family members; experiences with them and learning their stories (even if I never actually met them in the flesh) helped me to understand my heritage, helped me “see” how life sometimes works out, sometimes doesn’t and why. My teachers from first grade to high school graduation who taught me how to behave in society, who taught me how to write and spell, introduced me to wonderful literature, kept my nose to the books for the subjects I hated, like Math and Chemistry, and who were kind ears when my world seemed to be crashing around me. Some of my university professors, specifically a few History teachers in my undergraduate years and an Ethics professor in a graduat