I have lived outside my native city for a lot of years.Not one day has gone by where I do not think of vancouver with longing. Being a boy in vancouver was easily the highlight of my young life. Not to imply it was Leave it to Beaver. Anything but that. I ask myself as I am sitting at my desk in NY "what the hell are you doing writing about this topic"? My answer came back quick. It is in place of a visit, and it is also a way to honour the wonderful city I was born in.
I grew up primarily in the East end to start with. Home for me was Victoria and Powell. If you follow Victria North you will run into a container storage facility. At one time it was McKenzie Barge and Derrick and its main job was dredging and the use of tug boats. I still remember the old Peggy McKenzie, which was the tug I worked on later in my life. My Grandmother was the caretaker of the old yard and I lived there with her and my Grandfather in a shed no bigger than a large tent. I loved it all. the smell of the harbour, the gulls (my Grandmotheer loved the gulls and she had one who had unique markings she named Rudy and she swore it came back year after year) and the rain. I grew up liking the rain and the muted shades of green, grey, and blue that make up our coast. People from all over Canada used to drive down and watch teh coming and goings of all in the. I lived in a shack but felt like the Duke of Donuts as my Mom would put it.
As a boy the typical day for me, if I was not in school, consisted of going up to the Princeton Hotel to place bets on teh horses at Exhibition park with the bookie inthe beer parlour. My Grandma would then send me for the days meat at Andys across teh street or I would go the the Chinks (no offense intended. there used to be a Chinks everywhere in Van) and play on his single game which was a baseball set up. I got very good at it. I also used to fish a cold drink out of his old style cooler. My favourite was Mission Orange. This was the same store I sold all my catch to. I used to hunt for squabs and fish for flounder, then sell them to the Chink. I intend to update this with more stories as I go but would love to hear from those of you who relate.



