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House of All Sorts

Name: House of All Sorts
Author: Emily Carr
ISBN: 9781553650546

by Emily Carr, Susan Musgrave (Introduction), Susan Musgrave

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Overview

THE HOUSE OF ALL SORTS could not have been quite itself in any
other spot in the world than just where it stood, here, in Victoria,
across James' Bay and right next to Beacon Hill Park. The house
was built on part of the original property my father had chosen
when he came to the new world and settled down to raise his family.
This lot was my share of the old cow pasture. Father's acreage had
long ago been cut into city lots. Three houses had been built in
the cow yard, more in the garden and others in the lily field. The
old house in which I was born was half a block away; one of my
sisters still lived in it, and another in her little schoolhouse
built in what had once been the family vegetable garden.

Bothers cannot be escaped by property owners and builders of houses.
I got my share from the very digging of the hole for the foundation
of the House of All Sorts. But the foundations of my house were
not entirely of brick and cement. Underneath lay something too deep
to be uprooted when they dug for the basement. The builders did
not even know it was there, did not see it when they spread the
cement floor. It was in my memory as much as it was in the soil.
No house could sit it down, no house blind what my memory saw--a
cow, an old white horse, three little girls in pinafores, their
arms full of dolls and Canton-flannel rabbits made and stuffed with
bran by an aunt, three little girls running across the pasture to
play "ladies" in the shrubberies that were screened from Simcoe
Street by Father's hawthorn hedge, a hedge now grown into tall
trees, flowering in the month of May.

I remembered how I had poked through the then young bushes to hang
over those old rotted pickets, now removed to permit the dumping
of the lumber for my house. I remembered how I had said to Bigger
and Middle, "Listen, girls, see if you can tell what sort of person
is coming up the street by the kind of tune I blow," and I put the
harmonica to my lips and puffed my cheeks. But a gentle little old
lady passed, so I played very softly. She stopped and smiled over
the fence at the three of us, and at the dolls and foolish, lop-eared,
button-eyed rabbits.

"Eh, dearies, but how you are happy playing ladies in this sweetie
wee grove!"

And now my house was built in the "sweetie wee grove," and I was
not playing "lady," but was an actual landlady with tenants, not
dollies, to discipline. And tenants' pianos and gramophones were
torturing my ears, as my harmonica had tortured the ears of Bigger
and Middle. The little old lady had made the long pause-she would
not come that way again.

Synopsis

Before winning recognition as an artist and writer, Emily Carr served as landlady to an apartment building where she bred English sheep dogs to supplement a meager income. A collection of stories about those hard-working days, The House of All Sorts features vividly portrayed tenants who frequently surprise Carr with their foibles, as well as the beloved canines who provide her with companionship. Carr is at her most acerbic and rueful, but also filled with vitality and an inextinguishable hope.