Joyce A. Hood was born on the Canada/U.S. border and feels equally at home in Toronto’s river ravines and
Los Angeles’s Solstice Canyon. As an English teacher she spent many years immersed in the glories of
the English language, which continues to console her daily. Besides the obligatory failed novel and a
body of poetry, she has written over 113 journals, a daily record of her thoughts over half a long
lifetime. This experience has convinced her that narrative is the key to mental, physical and spiritual
health and ultimately to the empathic evolution of humanity.
Recovered Memories of a Daughter of the Knights Templar
What has no name does not exist. The cult had no name. What was done to the child had no name. “Don’t tell,”
she was told. “Never tell.” Tell who? Everyone she knew turned up in a ceremonial hood eventually.
She knew by their voices.
In her thirties Joyce came across her father’s pin bearing the words, “Knight of the Temple Mater”.
What was this? Why was it a secret? Was it Masonic or was it Knights Templar?
Not until Roy was dead could she remember.
She was a special child, like her little sister, trained to listen and remember, her personality split
into separate parts. She had hidden selves but there was a deep, secret part only Aunt Mae, who had
saved her life, knew about. This part was the spy.
Never Tell, like Angela’s Ashes and The Glass Castle demonstrates the resilience of the human spirit.
The narrator’s voice, warm and darkly humorous, assures us of the redemptive power of love.