![]() ![]() So she spent as much time as she could in the midst of the Kwakiutl (now the Kwakwaka’wakw) longhouses and totem culture. The chief’s son had arthritis, and my mom had been trained in the latest help: a hot wax treatment. By luck, she got offered a job nursing up the West Coast “in the Land of the Headhunters”: the Kwakiutl village of Alert Bay. To do her bit, my mom trained as a nurse in Edmonton, got her RN, then hopped a train to Vancouver, where she worked her way up to head nurse in the operating room of the General Hospital. During the war, the photo of each of her male friends killed in action went up in the grocery store window along with a black poppy. My mom, Vivian Murdoch, grew up in a small Alberta town with a population of about a hundred. ![]()
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