On July 30, I took my mother’s ashes back to her hometown in Arcola, Sask. It was like going home for me.
A lot of people knew the Harvey and Dixon families. For one reason there were 12 in the Harvey family and five in the Dixon family.
The second reason was in a small town when you have 12 people in a car accident and 10 of them are children, the whole town gets together to help out.
Now, 50 years later, many of them came out as we placed my mom’s ashes with her son’s.
On Aug. 22, 1962, I was in a tragic car accident. I was just one of the 10 children and there were two adults. It was my cousin’s birthday, she was turning six.
My brother and I were thrown from the car. My brother died 13 days after his ninth birthday. I spent the next 20 months in hospital.
This fall I hope to have some friends and family go back with me to Queen Alexandra Hospital where I spent most of the 20 months.
Aug. 22 is a day we will never forget, for in two-tenths of a second, our lives changed forever.
Sandra Dixon, Esquimalt