Little Comrades tells the story of a girl growing up in a dysfunctional left-wing family in the Canadian West during the Depression, then moving, alone with her mother, to New York City during America’s fervently anti-Communist postwar years. With wit and honesty, Laurie Lewis describes an unusual childhood and an adventurous adolescence.
About the Book
Laurie Lewis’s memoir begins with her child’s-eye understanding of a family life based on love, fear and lies. Her frightening father, who believes his children need to be beaten for their own good, is an important man in the Alberta Communist Party; her mother, a committed Party member, tries to protect her children from his alcoholic rages and maintains the pretence that everything is all right. Laurie watches her brother’s anger, her mother’s unhappiness, and learns to keep secrets -- her own and other people’s. For a time she and her brother are sent to live with strangers. They are not told where their parents are, because her father is in hiding from the RCMP (who are looking to arrest Communists). When she is fifteen a new life begins as her mother leaves her marriage and takes Laurie with her to New York City.
Laurie now discovers the delights and difficulties of rundown but cheap apartments in Little Italy and Greenwich Village. Her mother finds work as an editor and writer, meeting many left-wing artists, and there are eye-opening experiences with men -- for both mother and daughter. Then at sixteen Laurie spends a summer waiting on tables at a socialist resort, where she finds a serious older boyfriend who is much too bourgeois, according to her politically radical mother.
With wit, pathos and blistering emotional honesty Little Comrades tells the story of a girl growing up in two countries in a bewildering time of transition and new freedom for women.
2011—Globe Top 100,
2012—ForeWord Magazine Book of the Year,
Praise for Little Comrades
‘Gertrude Stein said, "Communists are people who fancied that they had an unhappy childhood". In Little Comrades, the author doesn’t fancy she had an unhappy childhood; she did. From birth, Laurie Lewis and her older brother were thrust into Communism because their father was a high-ranking official. She was fearful and confused amidst the burgeoning movement in Canada during the 1930s, and lived in a chaotic household fueled by her father’s alcoholism. Unknowingly participating in illegal party activities, and subjected to a nomadic lifestyle, Lewis survived the sometimes abusive childhood created by her parents, Ellen and Lawrence.
‘Her memoir is divided into two parts: the first focuses on her life in Canada, and the second chronicles her move, at sixteen, with her mother to New York City. In the first part, Lewis’ early memories are dispensed in fragmented paragraphs that establish a disjointed narrative; they’re frank, but nonlinear, which detracts from the emotional impact of her story. Once she and her mother arrive in New York, the narrative becomes much more concise. Ultimately, their relationship takes priority over the theme of Communism in the book, engaging the reader on a deeper level.
‘Although the time line is confusing, Lewis ably presents the hypocritical aspects of having Communist parents. For instance, the kids address their parents on a first-name basis and regularly converse with adult comrades. But they also have to obey their parents’ decisions without question, only to suffer punishment for any perceived failure. Expected to be an adult and a child simultaneously shapes Lewis into a young adult before she is ready and sets up a bizarre sexual relationship with the male comrades she meets, including her mother’s lover.
‘The fact that the family moves constantly initially prohibits Lewis from making many female friends, so her mother becomes her confidante. Their life together in New York is fascinating, filled with politics and brushes with celebrity. This is also where Lewis finally grows into herself. She is allowed to take advantage of her own intelligence and develop friendships outside of her mother’s circle.
‘Little Comrades is a unique contribution to the crowded field of memoirs and offers a truly interesting version of an unusual childhood. It details the universally complicated ties between mother and daughter and the power of resilience amid the less well-known daily life of a Communist family in the West.’
—Monica Carter, ForeWord Reviews
The stories in this collection are affecting and beautifully crafted. One of them was a runner-up in the CBC Literary Contest. My personal favourite is ‘My Father and Lillian Gish,’ a disturbing portrait of an abusive, troubled man. In describing the family he came from, she writes, ‘He was the smartest of the lot too, which he interpreted darkly, wondering where his sharp mind had come from. He suspected his mother of everything but that. Adultery, yes, but not intelligence, never that.’
Little Comrades may be Laurie’s first book, but it won’t be her last.
—Merilyn Simonds, Kingston Whig-Standard
This book is very personal and could not have
been easy to write. The story is told with a deftness of language that reveals the pathos and joys of an unusual life. As Laurie charts the family’s moves from place to place (too many moves to track) and recounts later experiences -- she is older, but still a child -- the narrative becomes a series of cautionary tales each carrying consequences and in this case a way forward. ‘I knew what a hole would do to a person, how you would never get out, but spend your whole life wetly in the echoing dark . . . I discovered a power in knowing something secret . . . and in that space of ‘‘not telling,’’ I found a person that might be me.’
Little Comrades truly is worth reading for its
poetic language and its story. These are the truthful, intimate memoirs of an incredible growing-up during the Depression Era, World War II, and McCarthyism.
A unique view!
—Carolyn Owen Holden, Vista: July 2011
‘This is what old age can look like if you do Tai Chi (her ‘‘secret’’), eat well and laugh, even if you don’t have a lot of money. [Laurie Lewis] owns her house but lives frugally. ‘My car is 16 years old ... it doesn’t really cost much if you don’t buy stuff.’’ At night, she loves to put music on and dance by herself. ‘‘Living alone is not wonderful but it’s doable, and more doable now with Facebook.’
—Sarah Hampson, The Globe and Mail
Lewis was indeed different, and while it caused her no end of strife it makes a great story. Between the beatings, poverty, Party meetings and politics, Lewis’ childhood is like few you’ve heard about before.
—Mike Landry, Telegraph-Journal
Music is also everywhere in New York on these exhilarating postwar days and nights, arias from operas and jazz pouring from open windows as Laurie begins to distance herself from her close bond with her mother. Which makes the collision of the personal and the political that occurs at the end of this remarkable memoir so grand and electric.
—Elisabeth Harvor, The Globe and Mail
‘I’m glad [Lewis] captured some of her life stories in this memoir, which adds to the growing number of stories revealing women’s lives in Canada. If only I could have read it when I was studying history in university ... reading about real women’s experience was sadly lacking in my studies.... An original read.’
—The Indextrious Reader
‘Lewis’s smart, concise and humourous writing makes this account of her unique upbringing a pleasure to read.’
—Patty Osborne, Geist
My mother’s unique perspective on being the daughter of communists gives a vision of growing up in a world that she believed was flawed, but that her parents, brave souls that they were, were going to fix. But because it is through the eyes of a child, the reader can see the fallacy in the arguments, the hope, the lies and the pain. But children don’t understand the broader context of their experience, so you build the story through the slant of their experiences. It was also a time of family violence and early women’s liberation.
‘Deftly rendered and simply told, with thoughtful recollection and frequent sparks of humour, this personal narrative is grounded in and propelled throughout by a clear and fierce intelligence.’
Little Comrades is an important personal and political memoir and at the same time a touching, unusual mother-and-daughter story. While the New York chapters are especially engaging, the whole book exudes a real freshness and relevance, reminding us that the past was always modern in its own way.
Read an Excerpt
Becoming a Secretary
Secrets about politics were always there. From the time I was four years old I knew that my family was different. Knew that I wasn’t to talk about things to people I didn’t know, people my parents didn’t know, kids at school, teachers. People who weren’t part of the Party. I grew up with the Party in my head. It meant the Communist Party, the way the Movement meant the Labour Movement, working people and those who were involved with organizing unions and helping working people. My parents were part of that. They taught me not to talk about what I might hear at home or at meetings. Not talking to strangers meant something special in our house, it meant watch out for the RCMP.
My father was away for about a couple of years. We kids got in trouble when my mother went out at night to a political meeting, because Andy and I would get into a fight. We always fought, but I never really knew what it was about. Nothing, probably. Boy/girl. Eight/six. Worlds apart. The landlady had to come in to make us be quiet because we were hollering and yelling, and when my mother came home she gave us the very dickens. You should be ashamed of yourselves. What will people think of you? What will they think of me? You know how you are supposed to behave. I’m ashamed of you. It’s up to you to be responsible well-behaved kids when I’m out at a meeting. That’s the least you can do for the Party.
The political work was very important. Andy and I knew that. Our parents were the vanguard of the working class. They worked all the time. Going to meetings, to protests, distributing leaflets, organizing people, trying to raise money. When you’re in the Party you dedicate your life to this work -- the work of helping the poor. Of leading them to a better life, leading them to socialism.
Secrets about family life, by which I mean about drinking or violence, became connected to political secrets. The truth would reflect badly on my father, so these things, the drinking and the violence, were political secrets, not ever to be mentioned. Not by us, not by my mother.
These are words children know: smack, whack, spanking, licking, whip, punch, beat. We understand each word precisely: the difference between a licking and a beating is the implement used and the part of the body affected. A licking is done, is given, with a leather belt usually, although a razor strop can also serve. A licking is on the buttocks and back of a child. If you have to take your shirt off, it’s a whipping. A whipping is deliberate. It has to be planned. The implement must be grasped. A beating is done with the fists and is usually performed on the front of the child, often about the head and face; the two people face each other, clearly see each other. A beating comes from temper, from anger. Boys are beaten more often than girls. Andy and I knew all of this.
I saw the first time Andy got beaten, the first time my father’s open hand closed into a fist, the first time the whack on the face changed to a punch. Andy answered back, that’s what caused it. Well, he knew better, so why didn’t he keep his mouth shut, like he always told me to? I think my father was surprised too.
My brother, later, remembered almost none of this. I was the small observer in this house, the one who saw everything.
It was 1938 when my father came home from two years of study in the Soviet Union, sent home because of the war everyone knew was coming. My mother, my brother and I moved to Edmonton and he came there to meet us there. We were staying in a couple of furnished rooms. But my mother hadn’t been able to get an apartment yet -- she had no money, of course.
First day home, excitement and getting to know our father again. He brought a brooch for my mother -- some kind of smooth Russian mineral, and a book. The book was Tom Jones, the story of a ‘worker hero’ by Henry Fielding, published in the Soviet Union, in English. The memory of what gifts he brought for us, his children, has died of neglect.
We gathered in the living room to praise the returning hero. He told us what he learned in the Soviet Union: peevo, beer. Spaseeba, thank you. Nyie gahvaroo paruski, I don’t speak Russian. Nyie paheeymayoo paruski, I don’t understand Russian.
With two years’ practice, he said peevo very well. And wodka. That should have been a warning to us.
About the Author
Laurie Lewis is a Fellow of the Graphic Designers of Canada and is Editor Emeritus of Vista, the publication of the Seniors Association in Kingston, Ontario, and director of Artful Codger Press.
Laurie began her career in publishing with Doubleday in New York in 1961. She returned to Canada in 1963 to join University of Toronto Press, where she worked in production and design of UTP publications, becoming Head of Design at U of T Press. During her thirty years in publishing, she also taught book design in Guyana, the Philippines and at Ryerson University in Toronto. She moved to Kingston, Ontario in 1991, where she founded Artful Codger Press.
Her written work has been featured on CBC and has been published around and about, including Contemporary Verse 2, Queen’s Feminist Review and Kingston Poets’ Gallery.
A chapter from an early draft of her first book Little Comrades was shortlisted for the 2007 CBC Literary Awards in Creative Non-Fiction.
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