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Legends of Myself 58

January 23, 2013


Continued from Legends of Myself 57 58.  Prince Rupert, 1959:  The Grand Café 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 […]

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: 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 a […]

Legends of Myself 56

January 10, 2013


Continued from Legends of Myself 55 Port Essington, 1958-59:  Putt-Putts, Smoke Signals 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.  Most Indigenous people […]

Legends of Myself 55

January 8, 2013


  Continued from Legends of Myself 53 55.  Two Stories from Spaksuut My brother Aleck, who was 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 mother.  Everybody on the North Coast […]

Legends of Myself 53

January 2, 2013


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

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 […]

Legends of Myself 51

December 27, 2012


Continued from Legends of Myself 50 51. Port Essington, 1958-59:  One Room Schoolhouse It’s one of those bureaucratic paradoxes that sometimes the most challenging jobs are given to the least experienced, mostly because the most experienced wouldn’t put up with them—or already have a job.  The schoolhouse in Essington had one room, one teacher, 10 students, […]

Legends of Myself 50

December 14, 2012


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.  We wore either leather shoes or gumboots.  And the sound of these on wooden sidewalks must have been […]

Legends of Myself 49

September 6, 2012


Continued from Legends of Myself 48 Port Essington, 1958:  Playground Essington, Pt. 1 My cousins Arthur and Reynold remembered my previous stay in Spaksuut, although I had no recollection of their being there at all, or their being left behind.  They gleefully described to me, quite soon after I arrived back amongst them, about how last […]

Legends of Myself 48

September 1, 2012


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 and ‘59, when I went to live there with Uncle Gus, Auntie Irene, and my cousins.  I was not to get a later […]