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My Father in Spain

My Father in Spain The most exciting and the most interesting story I ever heard was the story of my father’s season in Madrid in the spring summer of nineteen thirty seven; Madrid besieged. There he, my dad, tangled with Hemingway. There he fell in love with Capa’s girl. “Look after her, Ted,” Capa said. […]

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Teddie’s poem rewrit

Teddie wants to make a splash
and so do I
but the Hilton’s were hotels
where we stayed
or beyond us

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Madrid, 1937. For those who cared about the fate of the world in 36, 37, Madrid was the key, the centre – the future of mankind in the balance. A trial run for fascism and for the resistance. My father, Ted Allan, twenty, twenty one years old enlisted in the International Brigade. In Montreal he […]

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