Árdís - 01.01.1954, Page 23

Árdís - 01.01.1954, Page 23
Ársrit Bandalags lúterskra kvenna 21 Francis Charles Sveinbjorn, Eleanor June and Jon Edric Shenstone Maclean. In the fall of ’22 my parents had left Canada to reside in Iceland and I never saw my dear father again. Five years later he died in Copenhagen while playing his beloved piano. In 1927 my dear mother, who was then a widow, came to live with us at the farm in the Midnapore district, generously giving her help and encouragement all through the ensuing years. In the early ’30’s I commenced to write short poems. As the work on a farm is very constant, my time for writing, or for paint- ing the many lovely wild flowers that abounded in the bush nearby, was very limited, so much so that these hard-earned moments seemed of the greatest possible value. From time to time my poems have been printed, under the name of Helen Swinburne, in Logberg, the Icelandic Canadian, the Calgary Herald, the Albertan and the Farm and Ranch Review. For several years past I have had poems accepted for the Alberta Poetry Year Book, sponsored by the Canadian Authors’ Association. For some of these I have recieved honorable mention and have also been awarded one first prize. I have exhibited pictures in the Scottish Society of Artists, Edinburgh, Scotland, and wood block prints in Winnipeg and Cal- gary. Of my water colours of flowers, some have been sold and some I have given away. Throughout the years on the farm we always had a struggle to make ends meet, but, despite our difficulties our children grew up strong and healthy, so we had much to be thankful for. In the spring of 1943 my husband died after a two-year’s illness; he bore much suffering uncomplainingly and I nursed him almost to the end. My older son, Francis, went overseas in World War II and saw action on the Continent, and my younger son, Edric, joined up at the age of eighteen but the war ended before he had the opportunity to go overseas for which he had volunteered. All my children have married and I now have one grand- daughter of eight years whom I am bringing up, and have also two small grandsons. Six years ago we moved into Calgary where we now live, four generations under one roof.
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