I can still smell the smell of the elevator. A skyscraper apartment story building on the upper banks of the North Saskatchewan river. My Gram’s apartment faces the river, University of Alberta and the Victoria golf course. In the dark slick 1980’s hallways there was always that smell of potpourri.
Love this. You just precisely described my Italian grandmother’s apartment in nyc. I always thought everyone else’s grandmothers lived in cute little houses and wore aprons. I also fixed vcr’s as a child, and remind myself of this (and anyone in close proximity) when I can’t figure out how to do something on my computer. Thank you for always having something good to read when I can’t sleep.
I love this because I love a good story, but how terrifying for you. Now I'm looking up "Stabbing-Mill Creek Ravine-Alberta -1980's" because I'm like that. There are lots of that sort of thing listed and I'm turning on my alarm system now haha. In the late 70's I went to a Girl Scout camp in eastern OK where 3 girls were murdered and the case is still open. I went there many times but fortunately wasn't there when it happened. When I found out (at 11 yrs old) it changed my world, my innocence. Pure evil.
This is such an interesting mix of comfort and seriously disturbing. There were murders of two teenage girls a couple of miles from where I now live, when I was a teen. It was a horrible story of two girls accepting a ride, and too many details because it was a huge deal, all on the papers and our family doctor was the ME on the scene and yapped horrifying details to my mom who passed them on to someone else and I overheard. I have lived all over, and now have come to rest at this place, but I never talk about it to people, because it is such an obscene case, unsolved.
As someone who grew up in Edmonton (cafe La gare, New York bagel cafe, divine decadence, rebar days), I find such sweet comfort in these stories. I’ve since moved west but cannot tell you how much I love your stories from this period of your life.
The scents and scenery that you invoke along with anecdotes about the time period transport me everytime. White Diamonds, strawberries and sugar along with Silence of the Lambs were a part of my childhood as well. Violence against women happens and we should talk about it, like you have said before, she probably knew him. I'm sorry you have that trauma. Loved this, we need stories like this. Sentimental and savage. That's life.
Very powerful. While you're immersed in the world of widows and otherwise benevolent society, something dark you haven't yet met is lurking in the background. Men ruin everything, it seems like.
Love this. You just precisely described my Italian grandmother’s apartment in nyc. I always thought everyone else’s grandmothers lived in cute little houses and wore aprons. I also fixed vcr’s as a child, and remind myself of this (and anyone in close proximity) when I can’t figure out how to do something on my computer. Thank you for always having something good to read when I can’t sleep.
I love this because I love a good story, but how terrifying for you. Now I'm looking up "Stabbing-Mill Creek Ravine-Alberta -1980's" because I'm like that. There are lots of that sort of thing listed and I'm turning on my alarm system now haha. In the late 70's I went to a Girl Scout camp in eastern OK where 3 girls were murdered and the case is still open. I went there many times but fortunately wasn't there when it happened. When I found out (at 11 yrs old) it changed my world, my innocence. Pure evil.
PS You are not old! ❤️
more like this omg. this was so good
This is such an interesting mix of comfort and seriously disturbing. There were murders of two teenage girls a couple of miles from where I now live, when I was a teen. It was a horrible story of two girls accepting a ride, and too many details because it was a huge deal, all on the papers and our family doctor was the ME on the scene and yapped horrifying details to my mom who passed them on to someone else and I overheard. I have lived all over, and now have come to rest at this place, but I never talk about it to people, because it is such an obscene case, unsolved.
Thank you for this Edmonton story!
As someone who grew up in Edmonton (cafe La gare, New York bagel cafe, divine decadence, rebar days), I find such sweet comfort in these stories. I’ve since moved west but cannot tell you how much I love your stories from this period of your life.
Hey, that’s the trestle bridge in Mill Creek Ravine! I know it well. But the stabbing. Yikes.
Spot on. This was so visceral for me.
And so….? I’m hoping that the woman survived and they freak-catchers brought that guy down. Please.
The scents and scenery that you invoke along with anecdotes about the time period transport me everytime. White Diamonds, strawberries and sugar along with Silence of the Lambs were a part of my childhood as well. Violence against women happens and we should talk about it, like you have said before, she probably knew him. I'm sorry you have that trauma. Loved this, we need stories like this. Sentimental and savage. That's life.
Very powerful. While you're immersed in the world of widows and otherwise benevolent society, something dark you haven't yet met is lurking in the background. Men ruin everything, it seems like.
This. Thanks for sharing.
I know this has a stabbing in it but I love it so much.