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Legends of Myself 104

August 7, 2016

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Vancouver, 1962. Jimmy Crack Corn in Little Italy Our flight from Schou School brought us to the Commercial Drive neighbourhood, now known as The Drive but then known as Little Italy.  Our first residence in that neighbourhood was on 2nd Avenue.  The Drive itself was just up the block, and there were establishments there that […]

Legends of Myself 103

August 6, 2016

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Burnaby, 1961. Astronauts, Magic Pencils and Snowball Fights. Although they dominate, not all the memories I have of Schou School are of the schoolyard.  I remember our teacher bringing his old Edison phonograph into the classroom, and I got my first look at an Edison cylinder, a technology obsolete before my father was born.  Even […]

Legends of Myself 102

August 3, 2015

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102.  Burnaby, 1961:  Courtyard and Schoolyard The Sunset Auto Court was laid out like half a squared-off target, with the offices at the bull’s-eye, a driveway around that, and the apartments making up the outer layer.  Behind and parallel to the street was the alley, technically not accessible anywhere from the Auto Court—unless the need […]

Legends of Myself 101

July 6, 2015

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101.  1961, Burnaby:  Becoming a Family As I said, the time at the Sunset Auto Court was a time when we were learning to become a family.  If you had happened to ask me six months earlier, I would have probably said that a father and a boy was the perfect family unit, a perfection that […]

Legends of Myself 100

November 3, 2014

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100.  Burnaby, 1961:  Rabbit Ears and Gorilla Suits The Sunset Auto Court was technically a motel, with two-vehicle garages separating the apartments.  But the place was filled with families, and I don’t remember too many of them having cars.  The garages between the apartments were mostly empty. Our place was a one bedroom apartment with […]

Legends of Myself 99

November 2, 2014

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99. Vancouver/Burnaby, 1961:  Tall Buildings I suppose because of arrangements my father had made with welfare, the first night we four spent in Vancouver was in a room overlooking Hastings Street, at the Hazelwood Hotel.  Across the street was the Lenity Café, which no longer stands, and down the way west and visible if we […]

Legends of Myself 98

August 30, 2014

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98.  Highway 16 & Beyond, 1961:  A Journey Completed There were no more stopovers after our stay in Hazelton.  I suppose on the next stretch of road my father ran out of people to drop in on.  We had now turned off the Skeena, and were following the Bulkley into the interior.  At night, when […]