Long Ago and Far Away by Wayne Curtis

Perhaps you have to be from rural New Brunswick (even the Miramichi) to fully understand Mr. Curtis’ past, his father’s and his grandfather’s lives lived on a farm where you logged some trees for money, grew some crops to feed yourselves and your old mare Jenny and lived in a house with no running water, no indoor plumbing, and little to no insulation. His mother’s saying that “the good old days” weren’t worth two cents has a lifetime of hardscrabble existence to back them up.… Continue reading