The Canadian Civil War Volume 2- The Huguenots Arrive

by William Wresch

I am tempted to describe that summer as the best of times and the worst of times. I am sure poor Dickens is tired of having his famous line used to describe all manner of ordinary events, but since he was describing the French revolution, maybe this time the description is appropriate. You can guess when I experienced the best of times – when Elise was with me. The worst of times? Well, they started when Elise was away from me, but they included many other problems, some of which I brought on myself.

  The day after we got back from the U.S., Elise was up and gone by seven. I knew she wouldn’t wait until July 1 to start her job at the ministry. What I didn’t know was how long the days would be. From that day on, I never saw her before eight at night, and usually it was later. Most Saturdays she worked. Sunday she was pretty good about. We always went to mass, we usually had Sunday dinner at her family’s home, and afternoons she spent with me. I liked Sundays.