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Legends of Myself 134

February 16, 2020


Continued from Legends of Myself 133 134.  Prince Rupert and Vancouver, 1965-66:  The Last Journey There was a little hole in the window to our room at the lower right corner of the glass which the kittens liked to poke their noses out of occasionally. I stood at that same window often to look out […]

Legends of Myself 132

January 29, 2020


Continued from Legends of Myself 131 132.  Prince Rupert, 1965:  Truant and Skeptic I seriously dislike it when someone wastes my time.  If I’m to waste my time, I prefer to do it myself.  In Prince Rupert I could read the works of Edgar Rice Burroughs (45 cents or 50 in the back-corner rack at […]

Legends of Myself 131

January 24, 2020


Continued from Legends of Myself 130 131.  Goodbye to the Skeena And finally we had to leave. Some of it we carried with us when we went.  I remember almost 10 years later my father buying another coffee percolator, explaining how he missed the smell of coffee brewing.  Percolators long ago ceased being the technology […]

Legends of Myself 130

January 20, 2020


Continued from Legends of Myself 129 130.  The Boneyard, 1965:  High Boat on the River One week while the fishing was on, a storm came to the Boneyard.  It wasn’t the kind of storm that the motorized gillnetters on the river would have much trouble with, although it might make pilot and crews nervous, I suspect.  […]

Legends of Myself 128

January 5, 2020


Continued from Legends of Myself 127 128.  The Boneyard, 1965:  Fishing the Skeena The paths to and from our cabin had been encroached on by bushes, weeds, ferns and other greenery since the month-or-so that we’d been gone from the Boneyard, and we needed our machetes the next day to make them wide enough again […]

Legends of Myself 126

December 27, 2019


Continued from Legends of Myself 125 126.  Smith Island, 1965:  Houseboat and Rowboat Standing on the railway tracks near our cabin in the Boneyard and looking out at the Skeena, to the left is Mowitch Point, which conceals Port Essington on the other side of the river.  The bank of the Skeena directly across from […]

Legends of Myself 125

December 22, 2019


Continued from Legends of Myself 124 125.  The Boneyard, 1965:  Settling In The last time we’d seen the Boneyard, we’d been driven off by fire.  The dynamite shack that my father, his partners and I had squatted in during the summers of ’60 and ’61 was, when we left, still smouldering, and the remains unrecoverable.  […]

Legends of Myself 124

December 17, 2019


Continued from Legends of Myself 123 124.  Toronto, 1965:   Cabbagetown I have always enjoyed visiting Toronto, and I enjoyed it then.  Urban landscapes don’t offend me.  They are part of the mix, and they offer motion, variety and people.  Toronto then as now was Canada’s Metropolis, then as now more than twice the size […]

Legends of Myself 123

December 8, 2019


Continued from Legends of Myself 122 123.  1965: Railroading to St. Catharines My father never lost the ability to surprise me.  He simply refused to stand still, either in his thinking or his understanding of things, or, literally, in his capacity as a traveller.  He had a traveller’s soul—much more so than me—who could leave […]

Legends of Myself 122

October 31, 2019


Continued from Legends of Myself 121 122. Vancouver, 1964-65 :  The Broken Boy (at the Sundog Hotel) I think it was November, and we moved to Main Street.  My father was working for the CNR in the railway yards just a few streets over, and the address was convenient.   We had a room in a […]