In the fall of 1975, I moved 25 miles north of Whistler B.C., to live and teach on a First Nations reservation. There was a shortage of homes, so teachers were moved into mobile homes that the band had bought from a logging company.
Two stairs led up to the door at the side of the trailer. If you entered, you'd see a kitchen to the right, a small living room in front of you, and a bathroom and bedroom down a short hall to the left. It was cosy, but it slanted quite steeply towards the bedroom.
I asked the band council to level it and went south to Vancouver for the weekend.
When I came back on Monday, it was level, but I couldn't open the doors.
They had to come back and reslant it.
Tell All The Truth
When I came back on Monday, it was level, but I couldn't open the doors.
They had to come back and reslant it.
Tell All The Truth
Tell all the truth but tell it slant,
Success in circuit lies,
Too bright for our infirm delight
The truth's superb surprise;
As lightning to the children eased
With explanation kind,
The truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind.
Emily DickinsonSuccess in circuit lies,
Too bright for our infirm delight
The truth's superb surprise;
As lightning to the children eased
With explanation kind,
The truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind.
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