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Legends of Myself 50
Cunningham’s Store, left, had become Brown’s Store by 1958, and Essington’s liveliest corner,though hollowed out, looked much the same. Continued from Legends of Myself 49 50. Port Essington, 1958:...
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Winkle on the Ice by Charles Dickens
I read Oliver Twist in 1962, half a century ago, but my first introduction to Dickens was in my grade three classroom in Port Essington, 1958-59. The following passage, taken from The Pickwick Papers,...
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Legends of Myself 51
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...
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Legends of Myself 52
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...
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Legends of Myself 53
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,...
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Legends of Myself 54
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...
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Legends of Myself 55
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...
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Legends of Myself 56
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...
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Legends of Myself 57
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...
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Legends of Myself 58
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....
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Legends of Myself 68
68. Summer, 1960: The Boneyard The summer of 1960, my father and I returned to the Skeena estuary, but it was to the opposite side of where I had stood before. I was already familiar with Haysport....
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Legends of Myself 92
92. July 5, 1961: Port Essington Burning Dates are scarce for most of the events in my life. Nowadays we get a date-stamp when we purchase milk at the store, but the dates I usually assign to...
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Continued from Legends of Myself 130 131. Goodbye to the Skeena And finally we had to leave. Some of it we carried with us when we went. I remember almost 10 years later my father buying another...
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doc static says I should write about the blues
Doc Static says I should write about the blues. But you know I’ve already had this discussion. (So long ago.) My friend Chuck—who already had admitted to stealing some of my lines for his review of...
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The Underfunding of Indian Country
The Missing Boardwalks of Port Essington I remember living in Port Essington in the late 1950s. At one end of Port Essington, actually near where I was staying with my Uncle Gus and Aunt Irene, was...
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Winkle on the Ice by Charles Dickens
I read Oliver Twist in 1962, half a century ago, but my first introduction to Dickens was in my grade three classroom in Port Essington, 1958-59. The following passage, taken from The Pickwick Papers,...
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