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Legends of Myself 66

March 17, 2013

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66. Gitanmaax 1959-1960:  Winter When my father arrived for a visit at Christmas, I suspect if I had told him about my Grade Four teacher’s experiments in classroom apartheid, he would have taken me out of Hazelton on the next train to the coast.  He wasn’t likely to tolerate abuse towards me of any sort, […]

Legends of Myself 65

March 6, 2013

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65. Gitanmaax/Hazelton, 1959:  Town and Field Town.  Hazelton has a miniature town centre, dressed up these days to look cute and old-timey, hopefully to lure the tourists in.  I don’t remember it being nearly so compact, but at nine or ten, one’s expectations might be more compact.  It was large enough for our purposes then. […]

Legends of Myself 63

February 25, 2013

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63.  Hazelton, 1959-1960:  The Middle Row After the local late nineteen century gold rush was over (which was very quickly) and once again after the railway-induced land rush at the beginning of the 20th century which left the original site of Hazelton off to the side—out of the mainstream—facing a real danger of irrelevance, it […]

Legends of Myself 62

February 14, 2013

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62. Gitanmaax, 1959-60:  A Playground on the Edge of Town I don’t remember arriving in Gitanmaax in 1959.  It’s surprising how few of those kind of memories have survived, despite the importance of arrivals and departures in the stories people tell.  Perhaps when you spend much of your life arriving and departing, such moments lose […]

Legends of Myself 60

January 30, 2013

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60.  Prince Rupert, 1959:  Rest Is a Weapon My stay in Prince Rupert in the summer of 1959 was mostly free of incident, more an establishing shot of a story to be continued later than a story in itself. In relation to my previous stays in town, I was exploring a more downtown view of […]

Legends of Myself 59

January 29, 2013

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59. Prince Rupert, 1959: Totem and Capitol Gary Cooper at the Capitol.  Although my return to Prince Rupert brought me to a different part of town, I still regularly climbed the ridge at the back of downtown and over the hill to 8th Avenue where Old Pop lived.  My grandfather had relocated from the left […]

Legends of Myself 58

January 23, 2013

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58.  Prince Rupert, 1959:  The Grand Café Goodbye to Spaksuut.  My departure from Port Essington in 1959 was the final one for me.  I stood many times in view of it.  I gazed at it across the river.  But I never again crossed the Skeena while it continued to exist, which was until the mid-1960s.  […]