Living Their Lie

Searching for My Biological Father

It starts in a small fishing village in Nova Scotia where two young people fall in love and marry before his unit ships out to join the forces in WWII. The six months of courtship followed by four months of basic training, where he lived in barracks and she lived in a boarding house with other wives, was not a good start to the marriage. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder” didn’t prove to be the case. At least not in my father’s case.

One thought on “Searching for My Biological Father

  1. Kathy Duperron

    It is hard to imagine those times, the magnified intensity of all emotions, the fear of loss, the need to be comforted before leaving for the unknown. In the military groups showing fear would be unthinkable. My own father was scarred by that constant need to present a devil-may-care facade. And these were all kids. When I look at my 24 year old and my 26 year old I realise that it is children we send into war. My father was 19 when he started his training. When I think of my kids abilities to set goals and make good decisions – well – those things are still at the developmental stage even now. My dad did write my Gram that he planned to propose to a girl in England. He was shot down and incarcerated for the remainder of the war and then shipped home. I have no record of him being in contact with her ever again.

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