(Photo `04) According to city archives I lived in the house on the right, 11042 76 St. the first year of my life,
then the one on the left, 11036 76 St. from `47 to `50.
Copyrite
`04.
This is, as near as I can
remember, an
accurate list & description of the places I have lived. Some for as
short a
duration of one night but always with the intent of making it a home,
if only
for a temporary time. Therefore the list does not include hotels, or
camp
spots, that were for the purpose of holidaying.
A - Abodes 99
accommodations in
which I
have resided.
Abbreviations for Canadian provinces: Alta, Alberta; B. C., British Columbia; Sask., Saskatchewan
Alcan -
Alaska Canada Highway
Atms - According To My Sister
Bsmt. - Basement
Cr. – Creek
Crt. - Court
Dr. - Drive
Hwy. – Highway
KD – Kraft (Macaroni) Dinner
M. – Mile
PG. – Prince George, B.C.
Pl. – Place
P.N.E. – Pacific National Exhibition
Rd. - Road
W - Wife
1946
A-1 Highlands, between 112 Ave. and the river bank.
I have no idea how many houses we lived in here * as my father was building, and moving into each one as it was usable, then finish off and selling the one we had just moved out of.
Which of course throws out my entire
count.
* Atms - We only lived in these two.
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1951
- 53
A house my father built at the end of a small valley in the heart of the city.
I will never forget the barbeques we had around the outdoor fireplace or the taste of mother’s home made root beer.
Father built stairs to the top of a small hill. On the hill he built a play house, a swing, a sandbox, and
a fence to keep us off the railway tracks.
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A-3
Near Strathcona
We only stayed in this house
for ½ a year.
I remember lying on the couch, too sick to help my mother and sister decorate the Xmas tree.
I had mumps, both sides.
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1954 - 55
I used to go into my sister's room at night and we wouild climb under the blankets and read, when we were supposed to be sleeping. We would use flashlights that were long skinny dogs. You pushed their tails in to turn on the light.
Just down the street from the school, it had a big birch tree in the back yard and I spent many an hour on the swing my father built.
Mother came out on the rear balcony one morning to shake the dust mop, and looking down the alley, saw me on the park swing, smoking. She dragged me home by the ear and when father came home from work, she told him. I had spent the day in mortal fear but all he said was, "You shouldn't smoke, you're too young". I was seven, at the time.
My sister had roller skates that stapped onto your shoes, they had metal wheels, I tried them. It woulnd't be until 1982 that I wore roller skates again.
Under the carrigana, there grew a broadleaf plant with a narrow stem. My sister tore a string from the stem and chewed it. We called it Indian Gum.
On days that my mother didn't want to buy fresh vegetables from the Chinaman we would hide in the basement and pretend we weren't home.
The Chinaman came down the alley with his horse and wagon. Everything else came down the street; bread, milk, ice. We would go out and pet the horses.
In the summer we would crawl under the ice wagon and let the cold drips fall on us and try to get some chips of ice when the iceman was gone to the house.
In the winter, by the time we got up, the milk would be frozen and the bottle would be broken.
Some houses had little doors on the front of the house where the milkman could put the milk. There would be another door inside so you could get your milk without going outside. I believe our previous abode had one.
It was here that my father left the RCMP and began working for the Dept. of Agriculture.
In this house I got my first bicycle, for my 9th birthday. My father ran behind me holding me up. I was peddaling merrily along until I realized my father wasn't holding me anymore. Then I fell over.
I wasn't allowed to go on busy streets. One day I went across the High Level Bridge to visit a friend. Father found out and I was in serious ......
Also in this house I was given a train set. I came down the stairs, Christmas morning, and there was a Lionel 027 gauge layout on the front room floor.
One night we had a baby sitter and the next morning my train set was scattered all around the front room. The baby sitter had had company. She never worked for us again.
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When we lived in
Edmonton, not sure where or when, an elderly lady, a friend of my mother's, gave me a chair. The chair moved with us, every time my
mother moved. (It was never in my house but always in my mother's.)
The wood was in the style of Chinese cherry wood furniture, narrow and curving, but
dark brown. The padded seat cushion was a dark wine colour.
In the family picture, on my Strathcona page, mother is sitting on my chair.
A rancher, 1 ½ M. South of Sicamous, B. C.
Bear, deer, and cougar would walk through our carport to go to the lake to drink.
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A-6 Oliver, near the bridge to
Jasper
Pl. 10228 123 St. This is now, `02, apartment buildings
A wooden cottage with only a crawl space
but my
father, with my help, enlarged that to a full basement.
When we lived here my father worked for the Liqour Board of Alberta.
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1958
A-7 Highlands, close to Beverly (Suburb, now a district, of Edmonton.)
Our first television. 14” black
and
white, sat on
the mantle of the fireplace.
Down the block, lived a young lady. In the
mornings I would walk, away from the school, meet Sandy, and carry her
books to school.
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A-8 Close to the South edge of town
This was a large house with an even larger shed in the back yard. It looked like it had been a service station at one time but, though it had a large driveway, it wasn’t on a street.
In the loft of the garage I found helmets from the Second World War. One was a German helmet with a bullet hole in it.
There were also a bayonet and two white canisters, like jam cans, with a short black thing on the pointed end. On the side it said, one minute fuse.
My father took them somewhere and buried them. I wanted him to set them off.
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1959
Img. A-9
The shed on the left
is where the coal was
kept. Each day I had to put enough in the basement to keep us
warm
for a day.
A classmate in school.The dog’s name was Tippy. Originally he had a white tip on the end of his tail. One day we came in and I left the door of the house open. We both headed for the door at top speed. We got there about the same time. I swung the door shut, Tippy raced through. The slamming door cut off the tip of his tail. Father liked tents. Many places, where were lived, dad would set up the tent and he, and I, would sleep outdoors, during the summer months.
We lived in a large house on a corner lot. We were catty corner to a park with swings. Across one street they were constructing a new police station.
In our back yard there was a shed. The truck would dump coal in the shed.
Each night after school I had to carry coal from the shed to the basement.
Also in the back yard was a dog house.
One day the dog was at the end of his chain and barking at his house. I phoned my father who came home, stuck the barrel of a rifle into the opening in the dog house, while standing to one side, and shot a porcupine.
Don’t let anyone tell you that porcupines can’t throw their quills. It was like a rain storm coming out of the dog house when dad stuck the gun in.
Through all this Tippy never got one quill in him.
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A-10 Blackfoot Indian Reserve, Government house about 1 M. South of town.
I was 14 and had my learner's permit. On the way home from school I would stop at the Indian hospital, where dad worked, and get the keys to the car for an hour.
I would drive an imaginary course, stepping on the clutch, shifting the gears, using the signal lights, without the motor running.
When we went for a drive my father would let me drive.
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Img. A-11 
(Photo
`03) House with truck out
front
Probably my third crush.
My friend’s sister was older than I but in the same classes as me, at school. I would carry S’s books home from school.
The house next door had a barn and sometimes I would go down and learn how to milk a cow. In the summers I would earn money throwing hay.
At this house, like many before it, my father built a wooden platform in the back yard, to keep the tent off the damp ground.
Inside the tent he constructed a couple of wooden bunks. On the bulks we put our air mattresses and sleeping bags.
in the fall, when the weather started to turn, my father moved back into the house, but I still slept outside.
I had a small kitten that I would put in the pocket of my bathrobe and take to the tent. He would curl up on my chest and go to sleep.
In the middle of the night he would crawl out of our warm cocoon and go outside.
In the wee hours of the morning he would wake me up when he would crawl back into bed, walking across my bare chest with his snow covered feet.
The most memorable thing about that house happened after we moved out, we were only there for 6 months.
Someone parked on the street above our house and fell asleep in his car, without putting on the brakes.
The car rolled down the hill, across the lawn and into the side of the house.
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(Photo `03) My mother
poses in front of her house
This would probably be the longest my mother lived in a house since she had gotten married.
Father bought a piece of land East of town and fenced it off but never got the house built, which he was planning.
When we moved in the house had a sawdust furnace and a window space that was used as a sawdust chute.
Father put in a dual furnace, one used oil and the other used wood.
After dad died mother had those replaced with a natural gas furnace.
I covered over the sawdust chute with two piece of plywood and painted a nude lady on them.
I built a disco in the basement. The nude was painted in a theme to match the room.
To this day I still have the two pieces of plywood, strapped together. I call it `psychedelic Nude.’
It is the only surviving piece of all the oil painting that I have done.
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(Photo
`03) Psychedelic
Nude
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1965
A-13
A basement
room in the back of a big house.
A friend of mine, from Salmon Arm, B. C. and I went to Edmonton to look for work. After a week my friend got homesick and returned to B. C.
I continued to share the apartment with my sister until I got my own place closer to work.
I would still pick my sister up after work and give her a ride home.
We both got paid every second week, but on opposite weeks, so, each weekend, who ever got paid would buy the groceries.
We would always buy a cherry pie and a brick of chocolate ice cream.
That would be our supper for that night, ½ of each, each.
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A-14 10328 116 St.
Basement
suite. (Now, `04 an apartment building)
My first apartment.
I went to a company party one night.
The next day one of my fellow employees asked me, “I was only worried about two of you getting home last night, You and J. F. How did you get home?”
I replied, “With J. F.”
I vaguely remember staggering to my door, with J’s help. But then I had to help him back to his car. Then he had to help me back to my door.
I don’t remember going through my door but my landlady said she heard me come home.
Bounce, bounce, bounce.
She counted every stair, and the smash, when I hit the wall at the bottom.
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1966
I moved back into my old room and lived with mother for awhile.
Lying on the hammock, in the front yard, waiting for Johnny to come pick me up, to go swimming, I fell asleep, Johnny never showed up.
I woke up burned to a crisp.
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A-15 Cabin behind the Pillar Lake Restaurant with R. G.
Not sure how this came about but R. and I were working at the mill in Monte Lake where there was no accommodation so we rented a cabin in Falkland.
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Img. A-16
(Photo
`03) Formerly Smith's Store
I don’t believe in long commutes to work. Johnny and I found an old caboose, on the hillside, behind Smith’s store.
We didn’t have a fridge. We kept our spoilables in a picnic cooler. We cut holes in the ends of the cooler, put screen in the holes and rocks in the bottom of the cooler and set it into a creek.
While we were at work, crows would roil the rocks off the top of the cooler, lift the lid, and steal our bacon.
On afternoons we would lie in the sun on the roof of the caboose. The crows knew we were holding rifles and wouldn’t come around.
In the evenings I would lie in bed an read. Mice would come and sit on the board above my head and read over my shoulder.
The mice disappeared.
A strange smell invaded the caboose.
I awoke one night to a hellish racket. Johnny was chasing a rat, with a piece of firewood. It disappeared down a hole in the corner of my room.
We borrowed a large mouse trap from the landlord, baited it, and set it by the hole. I also set my rifle beside my bed.
We ran a string from the light in my room to the bed in Johnny’s room.
When I heard the rat trap, I yelled, “Light.”
Johnny pulled the string, I grabbed my rifle.
It was a Remington pump 22. It held 22 short shells.
I emptied the gun. I think the first one got the rat but he was still kicking so I kept shooting. I destroyed the rat trap.
A few days later my literary friends rejoined my evening reads.
I never did know how they got the caboose up the hill. I met someone this past summer who told me it was taken off the hill and moved to 100 Mile House, B. C. where it was turned into a restaurant.
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J. M. & J. L., friends from Enderby, and I went to the Monashee mountains to work for Celgar.
We found lodging at the Carroll’s Landing Motel, about 20 miles South of Nakusp, B. C. on the Eastern shore of the Upper Arrow Lake.
This area is now all underwater as the Arrow lakes are now water reservoirs for the hydro electric dam at Castlegar.
Once, after a hard day of work, we came home, stripped down, grabbed soap, ran across the lawn, and launched ourselves into the water.
We came out faster than we went in.
The Upper Arrow lake gets most of its water from the Glaciers in the Columbia Ice fields.
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The Crofton Motel was situated underneath a fire siren that was used to call all the volunteer firemen in case of a fire.
It is a rude awakening, in the middle of the night.
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1967
Being without a car I moved across the tracks, about 1 block, from work.
I would sign off my work at 1 AM and run over the Zoo, Tzouhalem Hotel, where I had a room, watch Mike Hammer on TV then run back to the Radio station where I would put my stuff away before going back to the hotel and going to sleep.
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A-20 On the banks of the Cowichan (?) River.
Img. A-20 
Not sure which one I stayed in.
It was a bit further to walk home but the Riverside Auto Court was a much quieter place to live.
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Even further to walk but it was such a lovely little cabin, separated, by some distance, from the main house.
It had an oil space heater and I kept it so warm that the butter in the cupboard was liquid.
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(Photo `04) Around the side and into the basement, through the back.
My sister had a boy friend who was out of town on a construction project so he sub let his basement suite to me.
My friends would wake me up in the wee hours of the morning to use my kitchen and make some KD.
Early Saturday, and Sunday, mornings I would hear the arguing going on between the three children.
Finally, R. would get up, plop down in a chair, and select the channel he wanted to watch.
The one, or two, children who didn’t want to watch that channel would then run around outside, crawl through the window over my bed, jump across my head, and begin to fight over which channel they would watch, on my TV.
A-12 405 Howard Ave.
1968
A-23 Williams Lake, B. C. Maple Leaf Hotel 19 N 1st Ave. Burnt down, about 2004.
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(Photo Dec. `05.) 46 Oliver St., corner of MacKenzie Ave.
I have no recollection of how I met these people or came to room with them.
There were three of us in a room with a double bed, bunk beds, and a bathroom, above the Pizza shop.
One window faced the hotel across one street (Oliver)and the other faced the railway station across another street (MacKenzie).
Many is the morning I would wake up to find wall to wall bodies that weren’t present when I went to bed.
It was kind of a flop house for hippies.
They had no money to help with food or rent but they always had money to catch a bus back to Vancouver if there was a rock concert on.
One day, one of my room mates was drunk and was about to judo chop a beer glass. I quickly grabbed the glass, letting his hand hit the floor, and threw it out the window. It shattered on the roof of a police car. The next thing we know there is a pounding on the door. In nothing but my gonch, under pants, I opened the door. The Mountie surveyed the room, shook his head and left.
When the Mountie came in the room there was six or seven guys and a couple of girls looking across the street. We were watching a guy and an Indian lady doing it, while standing on a bed, in a hotel room.
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A-12 405 Howard Ave.
1969
T. S., H. ?, and I caught the train out to Calgary and rented a room in a big house.
Just before I went home to get married I found a basement suite.
While I was gone T. & H. moved my stuff into my new suite and decorated it, with French Safes (Prophylactics) and toilet paper.
One night the wife and I were outside our suite, in the furnace part of the basement, and the door closed. We were locked out of our suite. We were nude.
Naked, I went outside and, lying on the sidewalk, was able to remove the bathroom window, then W1 was able to squeeze through.
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When the upper level became vacant we moved out of the basement.
There, we found a hole in the bathroom floor and we were able to watch the young blonde, who lived on the main floor, as she played with herself in the bathtub.
My first daughter was born in the Calgary General Hospital. Labour, about two hours.
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A-8 Campbelton, B. C.
A-29 801 Island Hwy. $80 / Mth
We rented a small cottage from the Municipal Government. We were only twenty feet back from the water of Johnstone Strait.
We could see, hear, and feel the water traffic go by. You could tell by the vibrations of the house, or the sound of the motors, what size of ship was passing. Everything from rowboats to passenger liners.
At night we could watch their lights.
A winter storm had the picture window flexing so bad I thought the glass was going to break, when the waves washed over it.
The wind was sucking the heat from the small space heater up the chimney and we were very cold.
In the morning, after the storm, I found a large log lying across our lawn. One end was only a few inches from our window
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1970
A-30 1571 Parkcrest Dr. North Kamloops
The sister of W1, and her family, were kind enough to put up with us for a couple of weeks while we tried to find a job and a home.
Lovely children, lovely home, lovely yard.
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A-32 3507 30 Ave. We rented a big house on the main street, only a block from Safeway. I sub rented two rooms and a small suite in the basement.
My second daughter, K. D., was born in the Vernon Memorial Hospital. Labour, twenty minutes.
My in law's had been to visit and after they left I took my wife to the hospital. I was sitting in the waiting room watching TV and I heard a baby cry. Something told me it was mine but I had just sat down so it couldn't be. The nurse came to find me.
I phoned my in Laws. They had just got home. They didn't believe me.
While living here I got more serious about writing. I wrote a novel about a Canadian `James Bond'. I also got back into oil painting. I used an old canvas, and worked over top of an old painting. Using only black and white oil paints I recreated a photo, out of a magazine, of a nude lady, kneeling, but when I had her breasts completed they looked lumpy over top of the old painting underneath, so I scrapped them off. I lost heart after that and never completed the picture but what I had done, head, shoulders, arms, background, was very good. I used to display it. I called it my Unfinished Nude'.
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1971 A-33
D’s
Due to incompatibility, mostly lack of sex, I ran away from my wife several times. Once I stayed with my sister for a couple of weeks until my wife came and took me home.
I remember she had to share the bath and it had a big long tub. The old kind with the sloping back. I loved that tub.
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A-32 Vernon, B. C. House A-35 Calgary, Alta.
Room - I rented a room for a few months.
Img.A-36 Utah mines had a camp with some five thousand men working three shifts seven days a week. I stayed there for one month.
We partied a lot in our small single rooms.
One time, downtown, we dressed a girl in work shirt and hard hat, sat her between us in the front seat of the car, and drove in through the gate.
The next morning, the boy who had her in his room went to the bathroom, when he came back his door was locked. Someone else was in his room shagging the girl.
Every time I hear the song, Cecelia, by Simon and Garfunkel, `When I come back to bed
someone’s taken my place’ it reminds me of that instance.
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LINE After I had my thirty days in with Island Copper, Utah Mines, I bought a company town house. The walls were so thin we could hear the neighbours, D. & B., argue. We later became good friends with the neighbours and went camping and crab fishing with them.
One night we went next door to their home and played a game of strip poker.
After the four of us were naked D. put on some music and we had a slow waltz, then we got dressed again.
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LINE 1974 A-38 #42 Beaver Harbour Trailer Park
My mother bought a mobile home in the Beaver Harbour Trailer Park. It was a ten minute drive to town but the price was right.
I sold the townhouse and rented the trailer from my mother. It had a twelve wide Joey shed with an extra bedroom that I rented out and a big rec. room where I
built
aquariums and stored fish.
Selling the fish became very busy and I opened a store downtown.
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LINE Old bunkhouse that had been
renovated so
that there
was two beds per room but mostly the rooms had single occupants.
This was ideal for me as it was only a ½ drive to home, but if I didn’t feel like fighting with W1 I could stay in my room.
I usually did, only going home on weekends.
The food was great, we had Greek cooks.
I have searched and searched but have yet to find a lasagna that is as good as the ones that were served on Wednesday nights.
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LINE When my mother saw it she said, “Look a the purple cow!”
The last time I left W1 I went to Whitehorse to look for work and then drove back to B. C. stopping at every town trying to find a job driving truck.
I finally found one in Dawson Creek where I rented a room from S. M.
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LINE 2nd
Marriage A-41Grande Cache,
Alta. - Cabin
We stayed, for a few days, in a
quaint
log cabin,
just East of town.
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town, basement
apartment
This was a fun time.
We had virtually no furniture but we would sit on the floor of
our two bedroom apartment and pretend we were sitting on a leather sofa.
6 year old P. would walk through the front room
and we
would give him heck for walking on the coffee table.
He would look all around but couldn’t see a coffee table.
One day the wind was so bad that we
stayed in our
below ground apartment and felt the building shake.
We watched across the street as camper with a canoe on it's roof
rolled over a tent trailer and then rocked back and forth on the canoe.
The TV said the winds were ninety miles
an hour
gusting to one hundred five. Sections of
roof came off of houses and sheets of
plywood with
asphalt shingles were cart wheeling down the street.
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LINE First day in Duncan we rented a
big house
out in
the country. We unpacked a few belongings
and came across some Xmas lights which we strung up, here and there.
It was a lonely spot on the edge of a
hill
overlooking a valley. The fog rolled in
and it was very eerie.
The porcelain in the; bathtub, toilet,
and sinks
was black from the water. The house
smelled of rotten eggs.
The next morning we enrolled P., S's
boy, in
the local elementary and then took a sample of the water to the health
board.
Without even looking at the water he told
me where
the house was and that there was nothing wrong with the water. Everyone
who
lived there brought him samples.
The well required; an extensive filtering
system
or; to be drilled deeper, either of which was very expensive.
S. and I went back to the house and
packed our stuff. When P. got out of
school for lunch we
loaded him into the van and headed North.
Patrick would go to six schools while
taking grade
one.
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LINE A-44 Beaver Harbour
Trailer Park
Img. A-44 Back in Port Hardy we rented a
trailer
just two
rows over from my mother's trailer where my wife and daughters were
still
living.
There was a stray cat living under the
porch when
we moved in and he would take off at the first sight of a human. Within two months we had him sleeping in our
bed with us.
One of the reasons I had left my wife was
because
our eldest daughter had cerebral palsy.
There were no facilities in Port Hardy for such children. There was however a very good school in
Campbell River, B. C.
Through my pet store one of my suppliers
had asked
me to open a store in the new mall in Campbell River.
I thought it was an excellent opportunity for me and my
daughter.
However W1 would not move to Campbell River.
One of the reasons I moved back to Port
Hard was to
take my wife to court. I filed for
separation and custody of my daughters.
Finally one day I just gathered up my daughters, loaded all my
stuff
into my van and my car and headed South.
I went to Tofino where I got a job
driving logging
truck but after staying two nights in a motel I couldn't find a place
to live.
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LINE I lucked out.
I got a really good job driving truck at union rate. I found a really big house on a high bank
overlooking the harbour.
On a clear night we could see the lights on the ski hill of Grouse Mountain in North Vancouver.
Best of all, the school in Ladysmith was rated the best in B. C. for children with Cerebral Palsy and I was able to get
H. enrolled.
Each night we would go to sleep on the front room floor, in front of a roaring fire.
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LINE Img. A-46 We rented a house on the South edge of town that had a view of bald prairies for many miles and a hump of dirt that someone had the audacity to call Bear Mountain.
My sister was working as a cook and a rough neck at oil wells. On her days off she would stay with us.
P's (W2's son) dog developed epilepsy and had to be put to sleep.
Grumpy Grandpa felt sorry for P. and gave him his Collie.
Lady had been fed on moose meat and was so big she could barely make it up the stairs.
We immediately put her on a diet and when we moved we gave her back to Grandpa Bill, as slim and energetic as a young dog.
One day a friend of W2 was having coffee with us in the kitchen and she invited me out side to make love to her in the snow.
I declined. What else could I say, with W2 sitting right there.
Christmas Eve I lifted P. out of his bed and placed him in our bed.
Then, with the help of his grandfather, we took his bed apart and replaced it with a car bed that had been hidden in the basement.
Then without waking Patrick I picked him up and placed him in his new bed. When he woke up Xmas morning, he never noticed the change in beds.
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LINE A-47 Woods Camp, B. C. - Bunk house A-46 Dawson Creek, B. C. House 1204 116 Ave.
This was a nice ranch style on a half acre lot in a new subdivision of half acre lots.
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and one out in the bush. I was to sleep in which ever room I was closest to but I usually just slept in the
truck.
We could eat in either camp if we were
there at
meal time. If not we could eat at the
Thompson Truck Stop at M. 295
A-48 Cobble Hill, B. C. House 3634 Braemar Dr. RR2
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Img.A-34 I rented a room for a short time.
(Photo Feb. `06) One of the upper rooms, but I don't remember which.
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1972
A-32 Vernon, B. C.
House
1973
Island
Copper
Mines.
Xmas
in
Port
Hardy, B. C.
On the
right, my `72 Buick
Centurion.
1979
A-48 Cobble Hill, B.
C. House
Back on Vancouver Island we rented a house in the forests just South of Duncan.
A-49 Windy Point Lodge - An hotel on the Hart highway. About mid-point between Prince George and Dawson creek. I ended up staying only 1 night as the job didn't work out.
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A-50 Windy Point Lodge
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