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Legends of Myself 81

July 2, 2013

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Continued from Legends of Myself 80 HartleyBay, 1960: An Epiphany of Wolves I have always considered 1960 an important year.  The Boneyard happened then, and my journey up the Inside Passage.  In the Slough at Gitanmaax I learned to swim, and in the dynamite shack beside the railroad tracks and the Skeena Estuary I discovered stars […]

Legends of Myself 80

July 1, 2013

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Continued from Legends of Myself 79 80.  Hartley Bay, 1960:  Teddy’s Smart My father hovered around the Inside Passage a little while after dropping me off at Hartley Bay.  He must have done some more fishing.  The last I saw of our skiff it was pulled up on the float at Hartley Bay, the net tangled […]

Legends of Myself 79

June 30, 2013

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Continued from Legends of Myself 78 79.  Hartley Bay, 1960-61:  Play and School The transition from the Boneyard to the Inside Passage was a change of water as well as place.  The waters of the Skeena Estuary are murky, silty, sandy.  In the Inside Passage and at Hartley Bay, they are green and clear.  The waters […]

Legends of Myself 76

May 12, 2013

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Continued from Legends of Myself 75 76.  The Inside Passage, 1960:  Klemtu Brides Klemtu was once—and I suppose still is—Klemdulxk, which is Tsimshian for “blocked passage.”  There was once a thick forest of kelp to slow traffic in Klemtu harbour. The village has also been called Kitasoo—which I suppose it still is in some households.  That’s […]

Legends of Myself 75

May 9, 2013

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Continued from Legends of Myself 74 75. The Inside Passage, 1960:  Traveling South That first night was the last night I spent sleeping under the pup tent in the bow of our rowboat.  I admit I wanted to awaken to more mornings like that first morning in Grenville Channel.  But my father’s long day of rowing […]

Legends of Myself 74

April 27, 2013

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Continued from Legends of Myself 73 74. The Inside Passage, 1960: The Most Perfect Morning We were going to begin our journey to Vancouver from the Boneyard.  My father went ahead and prepared things, disappearing for about a day and a half, then came back and got me in Prince Rupert.  We rode the train to […]

Legends of Myself 73

April 26, 2013

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Continued from Legends of Myself 72 73. Prince Rupert, 1960:  Caretaking by Proxy Once he had established me in school, my father returned for one more month of fishing at the Boneyard.  He left me under one of the strangest caretaking arrangements I had so far encountered. I’m not sure how my father imagined the arrangements […]

Legends of Myself 72

April 20, 2013

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Continued from Legends of Myself 71 Prince Rupert, 1960:  A Book in a Day August ended, and the summer holidays, and I had to move out of the dynamite shack in the Boneyard.  My father brought us into Prince Rupert, to the rooms above the Grand Café again, to enroll me in school.  School was Roosevelt […]

Legends of Myself 71

April 11, 2013

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Continued from Legends of Myself 70 71.  The Boneyard, 1960: Fifty-Three Falling Stars The Skeena is rightly “the river of mists” as the original Tsimshian form of the name suggests.  Mist, cloud, rain with splashes of blue overhead.  It was not a place to breed stargazers or astronomers, one would think.  But I must have looked […]

Legends of Myself 70

April 9, 2013

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Continued from Legends of Myself 69 70. The Boneyard, 1960: Trains, Storms and Fairy Tales One thing about living next to the railroad tracks is that at first the night freights disturb your sleep with their thunder rattle, your walls shiver-shaking, cups and plates doing the two-step on the shelves, like living in a drum.  But […]