Nana was past middle age in our recall; matronly, with soft-spoken Scottish presentation. She was no softie. We grandbrats often judged her a nudge, yet sought her respect. This ordinary dear left quite the bold imprint upon us. She would have been that plain lass with pleasantly rounded features, a nice little nose, and a … Continue reading Janet Gray Dickson, born McArthur (1894-1960) – A Qualicum Cabin On Sand Dollars. →