Up She Rises is a work of fiction, but its genesis was a two year period in the mid 1980s when I taught in a small fishing community in Newfoundland. I lost touch with my former students when I left, so it was a pleasant surprise to receive an email from one of them this week:
I am sure you don’t remember me. I am a former student of yours from Patrick’s Cove . . . I heard you have written a book and I’d love to read it. I hope all is well with you and that life has treated you well. You were so good to me.
Of course I remembered her and emailed back straight away. Then I started thinking about that time in my life, even digging out old photo albums:
That’s me back in the village. I taught high school, so these two gorgeous little boys weren’t students. Whoever they are, I am loving their freckles.
Where were you in the 1980s?