In remembrance

It took a little digging, but we managed to recall this date and piece together its significance. On this date in September of 1948, my parents were wed, and headed off to Quebec for their honeymoon. It was unusually cold that fall, so they were able to go cross country skiing. My mother remembers staying in a small hotel and going to the Hotel Frontenac for lunch; it was far too expensive for them to stay in. She also recalls eating so much during those two weeks that she gained about ten pounds; all that nice heavy cream on the oatmeal was one cause, as well as plenty of French pastries. We found their wedding photo in an album, and they did look young and handsome.
Some time this summer, while hunting for works of Eliot, I found a David Lodge novel titled Paradise News, which I've started. He's a wonderful writer, an intelligent, eloquent yet sassy Brit who has a trio of novels set in academe, Changing Places, Small World and Nice Work, which are comic yet fine and smart. His little book of literary criticism, The Art of Fiction, is a work anyone who is serious about well-written fiction should have and re-read from time to time.