The Dundurn Blog

When Bryan and I initially read Arthur Manuel’s untitled manuscript, we were uncertain as to his intentions when he had decided to “tell his story” almost forty years ago. The document tone suggested Arthur wanted to set the record straight, as he saw it  — a Great War history told from the common soldier, front line infantryman’s perspective. He had plainly spent many hours researching, as the stubs from various book chapters confirmed, ones inserted at places where Arthur was making a specific point.

During my mother Marjorie’s final days, I found myself wondering if I had asked her all the questions that I needed to ask. It made me feel badly, as it took me away from being fully present. This worry had no place here. It was her time — her time to rest, her time to go forward and not look back. Not to worry — not to dig up the past — old wounds, old traumas. I had to let it go but it was not easy. This mother of mine with so many secrets. Her buried past. Did she tell me all, or were there other stories too difficult to bring to light?