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Legends of Myself 127

January 3, 2020

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127. Skeena River, 1965. Rowboat Odyssey We stayed on Smith Island for about a month. We needed to return to the Boneyard in order to get ready for the fishing season, and that was always the plan. The time to go back eventually arrived. So we loaded up the rowboat, launched out of our little […]

Legends of Myself 125

December 22, 2019

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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. We obviously could not return to […]

Legends of Myself 91

August 3, 2014

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91.  The Boneyard, 1961: Peter Visits Of course, I knew nothing about my brother Don in 1961.  The only one of Squires’ sons I recall meeting those days wasn’t Don but his brother Peter, who was about the same age as I.  He came to stay at the Boneyard for a few days that summer, […]

Legends of Myself 74

April 27, 2013

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74. 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 Haysport, then walked the tracks to […]

Legends of Myself 69

April 1, 2013

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69. The Boneyard, 1960:  Ephemeral Cities on the Skeena Living along the railway tracks a mile away from somewhere-not-very-much is not quite roughing it, but not quite civilization either.  Similarly situated along a road rather than a railway is alike but not alike. On a road, you have your own ride out or someone may be […]

Legends of Myself 50

December 14, 2012

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Continued from Legends of Myself 49 50. Port Essington, 1958:  Playground Essington, Part 2 I’m not sure when running shoes became the definitive footgear of youth.  They had nothing to do with the footwear of Port Essington, 1958.  We wore either leather shoes or gumboots.  And the sound of these on wooden sidewalks must have […]

Legends of Myself 48

September 1, 2012

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Continued from Legends of Myself 47 48. Port Essington, 1958:  The Sledding Hill Although my earliest memories are of Essington, the time I came to know my home village best was in 1958, when I went to live there with Uncle Gus, Auntie Irene, and my cousins.  I was not to get a later chance. Uncle […]