From Emily Carr's journals (Hundreds and Thousands).
"Fifty-six years ago tonight there was a big storm out West and a deep snow. My dear little mother wrestled bravely and I was born and the storm has never quite lulled in my life. I've always been tossing and wrestling and buffeting it. How little I've accomplished! And the precious years are flying by and never, never one minute will the clock tick backwards."