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Legends of Myself 58

January 23, 2013


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.  […]

Legends of Myself 57

January 15, 2013


Continued from Legends of Myself 56 57.  Port Essington, 1958-59:  A Picture on the Schoolhouse Steps Some final images of Spaksuut, perhaps.  Packages of bluing above the washing machine, to make bedsheets cleaner than clean, 1950s fashion.  Penny loafers with pennies in them.  Gelatine capsules of cod liver oil, a little nutritional redundancy on top of […]

Legends of Myself 56

January 10, 2013


Continued from Legends of Myself 55 56.  Port Essington, 1958-59:  Smoke Signals and Putt-Putts Putt-Putt.  In 1958-59, my Uncle Gus’ fishing boat was powered by a 10 Easthope engine.  It was archaic technology even for 1958, and I believe he had traded up to a different boat with a more modern engine by the following season.  […]

Legends of Myself 55

January 8, 2013


  Continued from Legends of Myself 54 55.  Two Stories from Spaksuut The Wolf, Deer and Salmon People.  My brother Aleck, who is bound to know these things better than I, told me a story which he said belonged to the Wolves of Spaksuut.  By Wolves, he meant Wolf Clan, which I belong to through my […]

Legends of Myself 54

January 4, 2013


Continued from Legends of Myself 53 54.  Of Oolichan Grease, Culture and Eating Crabs She really ought not to have made that remark about the Six Nations joining the wrong side by supporting the British in the American Revolutionary War. In 2001, I added a touch of difficulty to a tour guide’s day at the British […]

Legends of Myself 53

January 2, 2013


Continued from Legends of Myself 52 53.  Port Essington, 1958-59:  Inkwells, Cloakrooms, Old Tom and Broken Pipes The school in Port Essington was perhaps a hundred yards from Gus and Irene’s house, hardly more, back of the boardwalk known as Lansdowne Street.  That meant it must have stood in front of the same hill, also behind […]

Legends of Myself 52

December 28, 2012


Continued from Legends of Myself 51 52. Port Essington, 1958:  Christmas When Christmastime came, with snow on the boardwalks and holidays in the offing, the school put on a Christmas show.  I have a sense of an enlarged audience in our little schoolroom.  I suppose parents and community members were invited too, a necessity with such […]