Breaking into the Quaker Cemetery
February 19, 2016
And Noting My Thread of Quakers
The first thing I tried to write for real was an interview assignment for a U. of T. writing course. My subject was Louise Wolfenden, the woman who lived in the flat downstairs from me. Louise was a Quaker and family friend of my friend Sue. At that time, Louise was really old — maybe 68 — and had gone from being a pampered rich wife to a divorced in-your-face political firebrand, speaking out — no, shouting out — about the injustices heaped on Japanese Canadians during WWII. Louise was a candid and forthright Quaker. No thees and thous for her.
