Brought up in a logging camp with no electricity, Gordon
Long learned his storytelling in the traditional way: at his father’s knee. He
spends his time editing, publishing, travelling, sailboat racing and writing
fantasy and social commentary, although sometimes the boundaries blur.
Gordon lives in Tsawwassen, British Columbia, with his wife,
Linda, and their Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever, Josh. When he isn’t
publishing, he works on projects with the Surrey Seniors’ Planning Table.
He has published two books this Christmas:
“Mountains
of Mischief” Book 3 in the World of Change series,
“Storm
over Savournon” a novel of the French Revolution
A Cold Canadian Christmas
My transportation for the Christmas of 1967 was Dad’s 1958
Mercury pickup. It was one of the first “full box” pickups, instead of the old
“step sides,” and I thought it was pretty classy. Think of the picture above
with a front bumper and a two-tone paint job: white above, teal below. I was
home from university, and Dad was out of the bush because it was too cold to
work, so I was pretty well free to drive it around. Loggers can’t work below
about -30 because metal gets so brittle that equipment breaks. It’s rather hard
on people, too.
Yes, the Christmas of 1967 was rather cold. I came home from
visiting friends on Boxing Day, and the weather report said it was going to be
-60F that night (That’s -51 for you Celsius types). I plugged in the block
heater of the pickup and waited for that reassuring gurgle that told me it was
working.
No gurgle. Read more
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