Guylaine dreams of a trailer

Ghylaine had been dreaming of having a trailer for a long time. We bought a used one in the summer of 1971 and were lucky enough to find a campground on Cape Cod where Ghylaine could set up for two months on the ocean with Francis and the cousins. Looking for a place to store the trailer for the winter, we came across an abandoned farm on the Rouge River in Huberdeau, the village where Ghylaine had spent her childhood. On the lot was a tumbledown house, a small wobbly garage and a lopsided barn. There was a spring on the side of the hill but no pipe and no electricity. Our neighbours, the Labrosses, whose cows grazed on our land, let us use their water pump and supplied us with milk and fresh eggs. Animation film is the art of movement, but to do it, the animator must remain completely still. For someone who loves nature but has little experience of it—like me, the farm was an endless source of ways to expend the surfeit of physical energy I built up sitting at my drawing table.