The Memory in my Suitcase

Katherine Mary Moors in Foreground

Everyone else would be dipping their toes into the cold water, whether it was at Kouchibouquac Beach in New Brunswick or Lake Ontario.  But what would my mother do?  Without hesitation, she threw down her towel, and kicking sand up behind her, she would ditch all of us for the water!  I will never forget how streamlined she looked as she dove in head first, all of us left laughing and up to our ankles.  She would surface and with one gesture, push her dark curls off her forehead and stretch back into a beautiful back stroke…sun dazzling on her wet face.


“Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up in circles confusion
Is nothing new
Flashback warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after”

3 thoughts on “The Memory in my Suitcase

  1. That picture was taken on the pier st Notrh Hatley Quebec where mom worked in the summers. I used to hitch hike up there to visit her.It was about 1 and a half miles from that dock to the other side and Mom used to swim there and back most nights accompanied by me or a girl friend from the lodge in a canoe. Such memories for all Kath. Bless you !!!

    • Thank you for your background memory, Dad. I love and appreciate the details of your recollections. I sure wish I could get you to journal your story because you have such vivid and amazing memories!!

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