Laurel Deedrick-Mayne, Hybrid Mix

A note from the editor:

Laurel Deedrick-Mayne’s novel won first place in the Whistler Independent Book Awards in 2018, a year I was a judge. We’re pleased to bring you the short review that accompanied the announcement, along with a new poem that is a tribute to one of the characters, drawn from real life, in the book.


A Wake for the Dreamland review, by Darcie Friesen Hossack


A Wake for the Dreamland by Laurel Deedrick-Mayne is exquisite. With a voice that seems to echo straight from the heart of World War II, Deedrick-Mayne’s prose almost pleads to be read aloud. Often enough, I found myself whispering passages as I turned from page to page, just to hear the way they’d sound.

Contained within the achingly beautiful writing, however, is so much more.

It’s the summer of 1939, World War II is raging in Europe, and three friends are coming of age together in Edmonton, Alberta. Annie is a whip-smart young seamstress. William and Robert are students together at the music conservatory. Annie and Robert are in love, but so is William. Even before the boys join up, losses begin to mount. When they reach the devastation and death of war in Italy, the losses soon strain human ability to carry them any farther. And yet, the love (romantic, brotherly, erotic) that weaves the story together remains the strongest of the novel’s themes.

Told partly though letters, A Wake for the Dreamland‘s authenticity comes, in part, from the author having plumbed her own family’s treasured correspondence to bring the novel to life. Like some of the best fiction, it leaves the reader wondering where the line between story and reality may actually lie; knowing it to be a work of imagination, while wanting it all to be true.

With Remembrance Day only a month away, A Wake for the Dreamland is a must-read between now and November 11th. While the story begins almost 80 years in our past, it is also very much a book for our time.

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This poem was inspired by the photography of Ed Ellis: an empty chair in an empty room, the ravages of time evident everywhere. I could picture its former inhabitants in my heart and mind; I could hear their voices. My novel, A Wake For The Dreamland, was inspired by a letter written to my grandmother from a former suitor, then a soldier in France during the first world war. It is from the well of old images and letters that I draw the heartbeat of lives lived long ago. I write so the beat goes on. ~Laurel Deedrick-Mayne


The Road Home


Dear Son,


All I could find for an address was from

that postcard that said

English Bay, PNE, Stanley Park, Sylvia Hotel

and the postmark that said


That’s a long time ago.


Well anyhow–


Lindy said not to bother trying

to reach you.

She and Paul went back to Ferryland

because Paul said he missed the Rock too much

and they could live in a mansion in Newfoundland

for what a trailer in Fort Mac would cost

Golly, my blood flows from sea to shining sea

if you’re still out west.

Did you know Lindy wasn’t short for anything?

We called her that because we used to dance the Lindy

out at the hall before it burnt down in 1939 and I

joined up and never met her till after

and she was nearly six

by then.


Well anyhow—


Not too much has changed around here except

that damn elm has pretty much taken over the place.

I finally put up wallpaper with pretty coloured roses

because your mother always said the walls felt so bleak

so much of the year

and the climbing roses she planted

alongside the house would never reach the window

where she might not see

if you were coming up the path.

The rose wallpaper would remind her that you might

Come back

In the spring, Or summer, Or Fall

One winter

She had a fall and I got her a better chair

where she could rest a cup of tea on the arm

while she watched

and waited.


Well anyhow—


She wasn’t herself anymore

and one night she was just sitting in her chair peering out the window

and she said,

Les, my head hurts

She called your name

like you might have been walking towards the house.

She sounded so sure I had to look.

But no,

No suffering, they all said

and I didn’t know how to reach you till

I found this postcard in her pocket after

she was gone

and I stuck it to the kitchen cupboard

with a thumbtack

and forgot.


For awhile I let everyone do for me

with the house and all.

But then I didn’t let anyone but the Mennonites

But I even put the run on them

But after I gave them her piano.

After all, I don’t need much.

A cup of tea. A can of soup.

I took up watching for you.

It was the least I could do for her.

Even hauled the mattress down when my knee played up.


Well anyhow—


I’ll try to post this tomorrow.

The elm has grown so you can hardly see

The road


Return to WordCity Monthly’s October 2020 issue…

Once an Arts Administrator, Laurel Deedrick-Mayne has been a dance publicist, concert promoter, and ad copywriter. She has served on multiple arts boards while maintaining her ‘day job’ as a massage therapist.  Her independently published debut novel, A Wake For The Dreamland won the Alberta Readers’ Choice Award (ARCA) in 2016, the Whistler Independent Book Award (WIBA) in 2018 and has been on Edmonton’s Best Seller List for over 80 weeks. She has been a guest at over 60 book clubs and other book-related events. A late bloomer to publishing but a life-long third generation letter, poem and story writer, Laurel celebrates the ‘love that dared not speak it’s name’ while paying tribute to the generation who took the time to hang on to family letters, clippings, stories and poetry — all those ‘treasures’ that inspired A Wake For The Dreamland.

 Laurel is also a supporter of YouthWrite through her workshop, “Writers of the Lost Art”, offering young people hands-on experience in letter writing and mailing using multiple mediums from quill and ink to typewriters.

Currently Laurel is exploring short story and poetry writing while dreaming up another venture into historical fiction.


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