In the intervening time the family had become rather more scattered. Father was living in an apartment and, of my sisters, Florence had married and Elsie was working in Mexico City.
Having made our contributions with varying success to the war effort, my two brothers and I took up residence together in Edmonton in a strange little house situated on the back of a lot on 107 Street. An annex to a rooming-house, our abode had been converted for dwelling purposes from what had formerly been a large garage. In the limited space we set up the old furniture that had been hauled across the prairie in 1906. The acquisition of several dogs and cats added to the congestion.
Alan and Frank had always possessed a strong predilection for art and I strove to emulate them. By now we all shared a full sense of dedication to the subject. In addition to their skill in the field of graphic art, my two brothers developed an enthusiasm for sculpture. While they were busy making gelatine molds and spreading a deep layer of plaster of