family history, travel, Canada
I knew my Grandma Lund as a strong person. She was my Dad's mother, mary, the "tough" grandmaother my parents called on to babysit my older sister, Laurette, and me when they would travel for more than a few days. Mary Lund was a large person, a feature which worked against her in the years I knew her. Her legs were thick and chronic arthiritis did not allow her to walk without discomfort; she remained ever stoic, never complaining even as she winced in obvious pain. She insisted on respect for elder and a strict code of manners at the dinner table. We never crossed her, but we secretly wished she would soften up on the discipline.
"Breaking Ground in the Promised Land: Mary Lund's Letters Home to Denmark from Canada, March-September, 1926,"
The Bridge: Vol. 21:
1, Article 5.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/thebridge/vol21/iss1/5