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“Not very long ago I was driving with my husband on the back roads of Grey County, which is to the north and east of Huron County. We passed a country store standing empty at a crossroads. It had old-fashioned store windows, with long narrow panes. Out in front there was a stand for gas pumps which weren't there anymore. Close beside it was a mound of sumac trees and strangling vines, into which all kinds of junk had been thrown. The sumacs jogged my memory and I looked back at the store. It seemed to me that I had been here once, and the the scene was connected with some disappointment or dismay. I knew that I had never driven this way before in my adult life and I did not think I could have come here as a child. It was too far from home. Most of our drives out of town where to my grandparents'house in Blyth--they had retired there after they sold the farm. And once a summer we drove to the lake at Goderich. But even as I was saying this to my husband I remembered the disappointment. Ice cream. Then I remembered everything--the trip my father and I had made to Muskoka in 1941, when my mother was already there, selling furs at the Pine Tree Hotel north of Gravehurst.”

Quote by Alice Munro

Work

The View From Castle Rock

This compilation of short stories delves into a diverse range of subjects, including family dynamics, historical accounts, and personal reflections, all narrated with a focus on the individual perspectives of the characters involved. more

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Alice Munro
Alice Munro

Alice Munro, a renowned Canadian author, was born on July 10, 1931. She is celebrated for her short stories, known for their profound psychological insight and exquisite narrative technique. Munro's works often focus on the lives of women, particularly their roles in families and society. more

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