Ocean Falls Museum
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Personal Recollections
Memories of
Paul Strebel
These memories of Mr. Strebel, are exerted from the Ocean Falls Residents Group at
Yahoo. These postings written by Mr. Strebel started March 16th
2001, and terminated, April 4th 2001. At times there were postings
almost daily.
It is so extensive that links are supplied for each chapter and a
return link as well. This way in your return visits, you will be able to
relocate with ease your last read, and be able to continue on.
I arrived in Canada
My first day
Life on the other side
of the bridge
Pay-day
Building Boom
On Canadian citizenship
And up a step again
Some names which float
around my head
Being single gave me
opportunities
A Jewel Found
On top of old Baldy
Destination: Fish-creek valley
Martin lake to Link lake
tunnel
On good and trusted people
A trip to Four Lakes
Sawmill mountain trip
Roscoe Lake here we come!
"My life" is about to
change to "Our life"
We did not arrive with a
big bash
A family is started
Our own boat on the lake
The first return
visit to the old country
Our first daughter is born
Second girl joins the group
A third girl joins the pack
Difference between a Hobby and a Job
And another son was born
A fourth daughter is born
#8 child and youngest
daughter is born
Years of change
What is next?
Sulphite and Kraft phase-out
And the demise came
Of boats we owned
A beautiful boat our third one
Marco Polo brings us to
Kimsquit
Sagar Lake
A hunting trip to Kwatna inlet
A trip to the head of
Roscoe Inlet
Wet and cold in a open boat
A hunting trip to Kimsquit
More trips around Ocean Falls
A scouting trip
Fish creek to camp twenty
on land
Ending in 1971
What about a post mortem?
1999 Visit to Ocean Falls
Second day
Third day
Fourth day
Fifth day
Sixth day
Seventh and final day
Some historical facts
I arrived in Canada in 1948 and worked a short time in Chilliwack.
Reading the Province Newspaper I spotted an ad, where the Pacific Mill
Co. was looking for people to work in their operation. Being a
Cheese Maker by trade, this prospect did not look too great, but then I
just hoped it would be better then what I had, as I was almost totally
isolated, had no opportunity to learn and speak much English, neither
any other language, as I was practically alone by myself all day. I
wrote an application and received an answer some three weeks later, it
was early September, they had some openings and wanted me to come to
Vancouver to their Carrall Street hiring office. Great I thought,
requested a day off the next day and off I was for my interview and
medical, by the day's end I was not only hired, also had my ticket for
the passage two days later to Ocean Falls, on the steamer Cardena, operated
by the Union Steamship Co. This Company serviced the many logging camps
up and down the coast, for many years, I do not remember how many stops
we made, it may have been seven or six. The ship left Vancouver at 5.00
pm Sat. and on Monday morning I stepped off the Cardena around eight
o'clock. Stepping out onto the deck, I heard the mill running, a
light rain fell, over the bridge came the local train with paper rolls
to be loaded onto the boat, yes Ocean Falls had a functioning freight
railroad with tracks leading to several important areas in the mill and
town. In front of me and to the left was the newly built Martin Inn
Hotel, the third biggest Hotel in its younger years. The place looked
impressive to me, the Mill, the Dam, the town with the lovely back-drop,
Sawmill mountain, Baldy and Caro Marion.
At each boat - stop several passengers would get off the boat, but as I
remember, I was the only one getting off at this stop, Ocean Falls, it
is possible others debarked ahead of me as I traveled steerage class,
slept in a common section and ate my meals with the crew downstairs
where also my bunk was, all this and 40 hrs ride up the coast with the
most enjoyable scenery and good food, all this for $11.50.
I grabbed my two suitcases walked to the Martin Inn and registered at
the desk, after these formalities room 319 was my room shared with a
second person, cost $27.50 month. At the desk I was advised to be at the
mill office at 10.00 and would get further instruction there. Everything
went well so far, at the mill there sat a Union official for the special
purpose to sign up all new hiring, this done I proceeded to the Ind. Rel.
person right next to this person who was making sure no non union would
work in the unionized mill. Was now also signed up with the mill, was
issued a voucher to enable me to go to the company store and buy some
rain - gear, was told that I would start in the yard dept in the morning
of the following day. Well here I was and already a day off, on my first
day.....I questioned the I.R. person and let him know, that I really was
ready to work right now, a phone changed all this and I was to start at
one o'clock at the yard-office. Rate of pay: $1.06hr. As a member of
the yard-crew, one does several types of work, the first few weeks while
with the yard-crew I was cleaning up here and there, washing roads,
unloading the Sulphur-boat, unloading hundreds of pallets stacked with
salt-cake, all day and evening hours, loading paper onto barges at the
marine elevator, a ten-day stint at the precipitator bagging saltcake
while the screw and conveyor mechanism was being repaired. By now I was
two or three months in the mill working as casual labour, I got exposure
to various places, jobs and people. My time was up, I was assigned a
permanent dept. Yes tomorrow I was to report to a Mr. Staples in the Sulphite dept. Several members I had worked with did not think much of
my new posting, they certainly would not want anything similar, the
Sulphite mill was supposed to be a foretaste of Hell, just terrible. I
did not know what to make out of it, tomorrow I would find out. At least
this gave me a home dept. to work with a known schedule of hours and job
to work at. Looking at it this way I saw some definite advantages, the
situation was not bad, as a matter of fact I looked forward to that job
in the Sulphite-mill.
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My first day
I reported for my first day to "my" assigned dept. the Sulphite office.
I introduced myself to the person there, it was Frank Robertson who also
give me some instructions on Safety and work schedules etc. and
delivered me after these initial pointers to the top or operating floor
of the digester house, introducing me to the two men on shift, one of
them, the cook and senior operator, the other his helper which job I was
supposed to learn by working along side and listening to all his
pointers, especially in respect to the dangers of the job and on the doing it
in a safe manner. At an opportune time we went to the mill stores and I
was issued a respirator, goggles and a pair of gauntlet type gloves,
these became my personal things, also a locker on the operating floor to
keep them when going off shift, somewhat later I found out why I was
issued that respirator, a digester was going to be "blown" empty of its
charge, the opening of the blow - valve was done from the second floor
by means of a long steel pipe connected to a 90 degree bevel gear, the
opening required the effort of two men and considerable effort, with
much steam and gas (sulphur - dioxide) escaping and rising rapidly to
our area. At this first opening I had prior warning of what to expect,
but was it ever overpowering this gas, I wanted to run for my life, the
only thing which kept me from, was my instructor was exposed to the same
"lousy" air and he showed no sign of running away, as it turned out it
only lasted one or two more minutes, the valve was fully opened and we
quickly moved away to the up-stairs and somewhat better air. This job
was performed about three or four times a shift and very quickly the
filling with chips, the charging with hot acid, the cleaning up after
charging and the packing of the blow-valve became familiar and no longer
scary or frightening. I learned each day a bit more about the process,
my job and also the people I worked with. All this before the days of
any fresh air system installed in the digester house or god forbid any
air conditioning in a separate cubicle for the operators. The air on the
operating floor was normally at 38 to 43 C and on the middle floor where
the opening of the blow valve was done and nobody really worked any
length of time, the temp. was 49 - 50 C. All this heat was radiated from
the three cookers, which had no exterior insulation, but were double
brick lined with acid resistant brick.
Time brought more familiarity and I quickly accepted the situation as it
was and also could see the reasons for it being so.
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Life on the other side of the bridge.
Initially I was accommodated in the Martin Inn, had a room for two.
Working different shifts was not the most convenient and in a double
room, also friends would come calling while one or the other needed
sleep, so after some weeks in the Inn, I was given a single room in
Bunkhouse # 7. This was located just about where many years later the
new bank building was erected. Life in the Bunkhouse suited me just
fine, the rent was lower, at 10 dollars a month who would complain? The
room was small and long, room for a bed and along the
foot board a closet, across from the bed was a small table and chair,
one bare light bulb on the ceiling and a double electric outlet. Cooking
over a hot plate was permitted. There was one small window with an apple-crate
attached to the outside wall. To this crate was an inside partition
fastened to gain more space, this was my cooler for whatever I stored
and wanted to keep fresh. I want to stress to the younger readers, this
was in the days prior to refrigerators, everybody did it, it was not my
invention, I just copied others. In the bunkhouse I felt a bit like
living in a community, there was a sort of a bond between us, we mostly
knew where and which shift others worked. Bunkhouse seven like most in
that area had two floors, a kind of a foyer with three good sized tubs
to do washing and what else. Hot and cold water piped to all. Two shower
stalls and two toilets complemented the set up, I do not want to
overlook the janitor, a native of China with the name of Shortie, or at
least this is what everybody called him by. Some roomers I remember: a
Bruno ...Richard...Stan Kwasinski, Adam Mlozik, Michael Lagan, John
Masztalar and others I can not recall at the moment. Richard was our
barber, so he had a sideline besides his sawmill job, 50¢ a cut.
At a mill rate of 1.06 this was for him one half hour of pay and no
taxes on it. Mike across the hall way had a radio and often I would
listen the news with him. He was Irish and a good help for me in
improving and expanding my vocabulary. When he left for the new mill in
Prince Rupert I bought his radio and still have it to this day, now this
was prior to any transistors, it has tubes, I never had to replace any,
price of the radio new was 57 dollars this represents over 50 hrs gross
earnings. to me today the radio has more value than I ever paid for. Yes
technology made terrific steps in these years since. Radio reception was
practically zero during the day time, and night time reception was lousy
to fair to good depending on the atmospheric conditions.
Until the early fifties the mill crews worked a 44 hrs week, it changed
then to a 42 hrs and around 1953 to a 40 hrs work week. This reduction
of hours was probably agreeable to many longer time residents, but for
all them single men it was more of a problem of what to do with more
time off. The beer parlour did already good business, it did not need
more. And lets face the facts, the majority especially of the newcomers wanted
to make a few dollars and get eventually again out to what some called
the real civilization, have a few bucks saved and with it a start in
that "real" world. When one thinks that almost anybody in that real
world spends better than half an hour twice a day, going and coming to
work, has fewer hours a leisure time, spent with family, wife and
children. Most men could not afford to buy a boat and go out onto the
water for some recreation and what would they do with fish when one
lives in the Martin Inn? The people with a boat in the saltchuck
belonged to the Yacht-club, many good and nice boat were moored on the
townsite dock, it provided electricity and water at a very nominal
annual fee of 5 dollars. On the lake were several boathouses owned by
the people who preferred the lake and fresh water. Many years later I
was the treasurer and secretary of the Rod and Gun Club for some ten
plus years. Families I remember with boats on the lake: Ted Kelly, Paul
Gibault, Walter ( Red ) Magee, Pete Trevisan, the Ost family, the
Sullivans, young Peter Kelly and a few more I can't recall, altogether
some twenty members, this number increased five fold in the late
fifties and peaked with 118 members in early 1960. In this world of ours, some people live on a good address, in Ocean Falls it was the Front
street. I recall names like: Jim Greig, Roy Gadsden, Alf Harvey, Al
Rollins and almost always the Office Manager and the plant engineer.
Bill Pound lived
in the house where Doug Carson and Family were in the later years, this
Doug who built an airplane in the house, made room by removing one wall
and when finished he flew that plane all over B.C, and Alberta for more than 25 years, he
eventually settled in retirement in Smithers where I caught up with him
again many years later. Now Bill Pound had a son whose name most of you
hear on the radio, especially when the talk is about the Olympics. It is Dick
Pound the small boy from Ocean Falls who is the Vice president of that
large organization and lives I believe in Montréal.
Going to work became a matter of routine, I liked it, the remuneration
was fair and good. For night - shift work 12 - 8 we received 5 ¢ extra
pay, also for overtime beyond four hours a voucher for a free meal.
Never in my life was anybody so considerate and fair to me, and this was
how big Industry treated its workers. This was undreamed of. Some of my
co-workers were: Bert Barley, Frank Arnott, Dick Dyck, Jo Yawney,
Johnny Gant, Karl Fenske, later a Jock Sims, an elderly Gentleman whose
two daughters were war - brides, Dale Borley, John Misko, are some which
come to my mind.
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Pay-day was always an important day.
Immediately inside the mill entrance the paymaster and two office
helpers sat at tables handing out the pay cheques. For me it was at the beginning so a few dollars below
one hundred gross. Going off shift most headed to the bank to cash or
deposit their earnings, there always was a long line up at the bank on
pay day. I feel the Canadian banks have learned a lot since my early
days in Canada, as I had sufficient money brought along from the old
country in franc
(Swiss currency), while in Chilliwack were I initially worked, the
Canadian Bank of Commerce, the Bank of Montréal, nor the Bank of Toronto
would accept my money. As a final resort I was advised to try the Bank
of Nova Scotia. Hurrah, I hit pay-dirt, my money was accepted and was a
new costumer. Now in Ocean Falls there was only one bank and like it or not,
I had to
change to the C.B.of C. Canada did not know what Tourism was and
certainly had no understanding for other currencies except our neighbours to the south.
I was later told because the Bank of Nova Scotia is really the Bank of
the Mining Industry, they understood the world outside Canada, have
always bought and sold silver and gold on precious metal market. My
little bank-book or pass-book filled out pages after the pages, got a
second and eventually a third one. I kept these booklets of evidence for
the next fifty years, now they are gone, only the memories remain.
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Building Boom
Sometime around late 49 or 1950 the townsite experienced a "building
boom". A new courthouse with forestry office upstairs, the Canadian Legion
building and a new Post Office with living quarters upstairs were
constructed. Townspeople wanted to recognize the Legion and every
working person in town was asked to contribute a full days wages
towards the Legion building to make it possible to have a fully paid, debt free building and I believe so it was at least the first one or
two years. It was a legion without any booze being dispensed, a place
for social activities of various groups in town. However this changed
fairly soon and was "streamlined" a la other legions.
The post office building which was right next the Company store found a
new home just 60 feet up the road and adjacent to the fire hall, it was
given a new name, Beach apartments. It is the building where Vic
Anderson and Hank Lundy had their home, they both must have had the
shortest way to go to work as both were members of the fire dept. The
spot where the post office was formerly located was needed for the
expanded new store. One or two years later the hotel - annex with 107
rooms was built.
It was only now that most residents could have their own numbered
mailbox, the old one had an insufficient number, one had to have several
years to get one, but then the staff in that original post office was
about the most efficient in any Canadian post office. It was the days prior
to aircraft bringing in mail, it were the good days when Ocean Falls had
dependable boat service several times a week. In winter it was a bit less, due
to no tourist boats in the off season. Boatday was always an event,
especially the arrival of the Tuesday CN boat from Vancouver in the evening
hours and again on Friday the same boat from north going to Vancouver.
Was there paper to be loaded on, then it would dock at the mill marine
elevator. In the old country there were churchbells to announce the
time, in Ocean Falls it was the boat whistle which announced boattime.
Life at the mill side progressed, I was scheduled to train on the next
job up and a few weeks later again one more step up, Norm Stables wanted
to train people ahead for the expected exodus in spring, when
customarily a heavy turn over occurred. I have heard stories that as
many as seventy men left the mill in one week, most of them going with
somewhat of a thought of relieve, glad to meet that outgoing boat.
For me, it always meant some "pain", friends made and here they go
again, I questioned myself, why do I not also leave, why do I stay,
these quitters are all so happy, something must be wrong with me,
questions, questions....a few weeks later some letters arrived at the
post office, these same people or often the majority of them were not
working yet, pretty tough to get a job, a job with decent pay, a steady
job. Some of these men were seen again later, back in town, perhaps one or
two years later for a second try. I was single the first 2 ¾ years in
Canada, I agree, it was not the best life in a hotel room or a
bunkhouse, but then for me at least, I found many things to do, going to
the library, learning better English, lessons with Mrs. Howarth, hiking
to Twin lakes, the lost lake, going up Sawmill mountain, the Ski chalet,
deep into the Martin river valley, climbing Caro Marion, Baldy, going to
the Beaver lakes behind Baldy-ridge. Also, as I was "batching", preparing
a meal and packing lunches burnt up some time, going for the odd coffee
or meal to the Martin Inn and meeting and making friends. I was in some
ways lucky being "forced" to speak English, as hardly ever anybody was
in town speaking my dialect, as it was for almost forty years, English
was my language, it also helped, making contact with Canadians and others
who spoke English, there is always a drawback by mixing with birds of
the same feather, one deprives itself of the opportunity to learn more
about people or the world in its many forms.
Mr. Locke the Manager was also transferred out at this time and Bob
Edwards was the replacement.
At the hotel Louis Churchfield was the Manager and a Mr. Brown his
assistant. John Rushfeldt in charge of the maintenance, Percy Chatt in
charge of the carpenters and millwrights. Roy Gadsden had the Northern pulp
wood crews and Don Charleson the Sawmill, Morley Patterson the Kraft
mill, Wilf Hill the Groundwood, Les Smith the yard and longshore crews,
a man named Anderson was in charge of the Lubrication. His son was the
local dentist, in the late forties and early fifties.
Grocery and milk were delivered to the houses and apartments by truck, the
first car and taxi arrived in very late 49 or 1950, owned and operated
by a guy named Gerry who also worked in the Beater-room. With the sub
division in the Martin valley in 51 - 52 several more cars appeared. The
townsite operated for many years the only two vehicles prior to this
time (nor counting garbage or fire dept. and Store delivery trucks) Dwight
Lee and his assist. Markel were the people one would see, they were the
townsite supervisory crew, delivering materials as and were required. Is
anybody remembering Thomson the plumber or Gus Herman, carpenter and
Jack of all trades. He is the one under whose direction that old, former
post office was moved, I also remember Bill Unger the pipefitter?
The
company also had a good sized laundry, operated under the supervision of
a Mr. Hogard, I believe he came from Denmark originally. It handled all
the wash from hotel, bunkhouses, and single men's stuff. During the
commercial fishing season there always was a large extra wash to be
done. Many a fisherman got himself a free shower in the hotel also. On
these days, the liquor store had long line-ups, boys would come with
their bike-wagons and "truck" the many cases of beer with their help
down the ramp to their boats, these fishermen were always good tipper.
Going to work one morning, it may have been late in 49 or early 1950,
the bad news was:# 3 Apt. burned down last night. I never heard that
fire alarm whistle and must have slept like a log whist
27 families lost their home, their belongings many of the everything.
Imagine the shock not only to them, to the entire town, Ocean Falls was
fairly close-nit, this was the most terrible, unfortunate happening to
most towns-people, so many were affected, now Ocean Falls which always
was short on housing had to accommodate these people, it's like having
full house and now all you step back, make room their are many more out
in the rain, they also require a roof over their head.
The company moved about as quickly with the replacement plans as humanly
possible, the new apt. to be named the Willows Apt. was going to be
larger, more room for more families. Construction times were announced,
but as most of the times, it took much longer, only in 1951 June were
the first suites ready for occupation. In the townsite office always was
a housing list posted with many names, of new people in town waiting for
a place to live, waiting to get out of an attic into their own, now all
these families from the burned # 3 were put on the housing list ahead of
all the many already on the list, it was done in a fair way, in the
proper way. Yes and my name was also on that list and moved 27 spots
back. To be cont. Paul
In the past two years, the company, Pacific Mills undertook with
Canadian Western Lumber (CWL) a feasibility study of combining forces, capital
and know-how, of building a new modern pulp and paper mill at Campbell
River, CWL owned substantial forest land on Vancouver Island, had an
excellent foreshore property and booming grounds at a bay, only 6 km
north of the village of Campbell River which had a population of a few hundred souls
at that time. There was not even a bridge across the River, the area
north was accessible only by boat. There was potential power available
but it had to be developed first and any power project would generate
much more than that little Campbell River ever could use. This is one of
the reasons why the mill came, a large power user (customer) was wanted.
It was the
years of awakening in Canada, things started to move. Canadians came
back from a war, saw other things, were more open to ideas, and above
all, they all wanted to work. They needed jobs, good jobs, permanent jobs. Many of
these returning men enrolled in a university program, got a higher
education, a degree and become a moving force in society. On the
political front, the waning days of the B.C. Coalition Government came
to an end, a new word was heard: Social Credit, for some it meant
concern as does any fundamental change, anytime, anywhere. For most it
was hope, hope of better times, hope of attracting capital which
certainly much needed for the multitude of projects going onto the
drawing boards. There was hope, strong hope, for dependable solid long
term plans, the kids of the returning soldiers were not going to ride
the freight trains, not going to be hobos. Parents wanted good schools
for their children, universities expanded the manifold, banks abroad
were willing to lend (invest) capital. Canada become a more attractive
place for businesses from outside the Canadian borders. They looked, investigated
and came, realizing the risk of doing so, but most felt Canada could be
trusted. Today it may be a word one does not hear that often perhaps,
but still the government to a good degree and the Canadian people are
two things we can trust. (as long as we do not put all of our trust
into election promises) The headtax was removed and also the excise
tax. Anybody out there remembering the days every cheque written had to
have a stamp attached, a postage stamp, in relation to the value of the
written sum?
Canada Pension and old age Security came, many, many years later,
actually late, compared to most western nations, but then most Canadians
did not know it, relatively few Canadians saw, in them years, much out
side their borders. All this came to change, some for the better and
some not. But at least there were more opportunities, more ideas and
even for the trench-digging Canadian the life was improved by a very
large margin. A rural electrification program brought electric lights
and stoves and later, many gadgets into the Canadian kitchen, undreamed
of before the war. And thinking of all that RV stuff...never heard or
even dreamed of...
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On Canadian citizenship.
By just possessing Canadian immigration papers did not mean one would be a full
fledged citizen for a while. All these things I did not know initially
but one learns as time ticks along. While working in Chilliwack in 1948,
there occurred an open position for cowtester, the name had to do
with visiting each day a registered dairy farm, mornings and evenings at
milking time, this to ascertain the quantify of milk delivered by each
individual cow, later to be tested for butterfat and entered in the
"herd - improvement book" for establishing a factual info table. This program
was supported by the Fraser Valley Milk Producers Association in
conjunction with the dept. of agriculture, there was government money in
it and why I was turned down for this job was only Canadian citizens or
other British subjects could get this job. I as a person who tested much
milk and had made an apprenticeship in this field and really the only
applicant who qualified was turned down and as simple as this. Maybe it
was a good omen. I came to Pacific Mills and they saw more value in me.
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And up a step again.
I was supposed to became an acid-maker. It involved
the burning of elemental sulphur in a rotating burner, combustion
chamber, pond, adsorption tower where the gases gave up their chemical sulphur dioxide gas, to the alkali milk of lime and left the tower at the
bottom in the form of calcium bi-sulphite and on top of the tower the
stripped gases no longer containing any chemical. In my first year the
sulphur came from Italy, you will know from schooldays, there are two
active volcanoes, one in Sicily the other one, I am sure everybody will
know it when thinking of Pompeii, the city destroyed and covered 20 feet
deep in ashes, this is the Vesuvius. Thanks to Pliny The Elder we know
of this events occurring long ago, was it not in 79 AD? All written down
for us almost two thousand years ago. Also Mount Aetna, was mined
for its sulphur. This source of sulphur was replaced with can. sulphur,
a side product of the petro chemical industry being developed esp. in
Alberta. Each ton of
sulfite
pulp required around one ton of sulphur,
ten tons of it daily, all to be shoveled by hand. Also on this job one
worked alone, the afternoon and nightshifts provided little diversion,
but then the operator, called acidmaker had work to do, entering the
adsorption tower about every second day to clear and clean the various
trays and lead valves, an experience which scarred me in the beginning,
the cook was told of our entering the tower, no tagging out, not
blanking, nothing, and he was the one he vented the digester relief
gases into the tower, never anything happened of any serious nature, and
this is the way it was done. On the money side, this job paid 1.27 or
some twelve cents more than the next lower job, also it was a job nobody
wanted, many quitting the job or if at all being frozen by their choice,
but somebody hat to do it, without the acid plant, there would be no
sulphite pulp or even newsprint, at least in them days.It all turned out
right for me, and paying attention to the operation esp. of the sulphur
burner, its level of sulphur, its air control, primary and secondary
air, density control of the neutralizing milk of lime to the tower, it
all were items which required much constant attention. When I think what
fine job could I do with all the newly invented measuring and control
instruments of today! Well that was then and this is today.
One had hardly learned the job and was the junior operator of four, and
before long the junior man of six months or one year ago, was the senior
operator, training again new men to learn the job, so the now new senior
man could move up when a vacancy occurred, and they certainly did in the
sulphite mill. I was offered the opportunity to become a bleach plant
operator, this was also a one man job away from everybody, operating
mostly on a one shift basis, it was fairly recently built, Norm Stables
was the only person who really had some outside bleaching experience, he
worked formerly at Port Alice, came to Ocean Falls to supervise the
construction and start up of this new plant. Every ton of pulp to be
bleached required around l40 lbs. of elemental chlorine, we received it
in liquid form each cylinder holding one ton. It is a chemical which must be
handled with much knowledge in its safe use, safety and quality control
were written in large letters anywhere near the bleachery. I worked for
a short period between the acid plant and bleach plant as the shift
coverage required. Not that many months later two of the senior dig.
operators terminated, they both got drunk in the beer parlor and did not
show up for work the following day, a runner was sent out to inquire
about there whereabouts, they showed not the slightest interest of
picking up their schedules shift, nothing doing, we quit, that's it. My
god, the sulphite had to do some fast training, having lost 50 % of the
cooks without any prior warning. I like to state, that the cook was the
top hourly position in the sulphite, the pay was almost equal to that of
a tradesman. I was training on the new job, each day 12 hours, no days
off, we had an emergency situation, if one of the two remaining
operators would be sick, the sulphite could not operate, simple as that,
a good measure of allegiance what was called for and we all gave it and
pulled through, three weeks later we again had a full complement of
digester op. (cooks), two of them brand new and a bit green in some
areas.
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Some names which float around my head and some I remember through closer
contact at work or in the off time.
Jack Beach our pipe fitter, later Foreman of the pipe shop, lived in the
house were many years later the Jo Check family was, always had a
beautiful garden, his brother Norman was in the Kraft. dept. and moved
to New Zealand in 1952, Joe Frew also one of our pipe fitters, he had a
wonderful voice, a good singer. Billy Calhoun and his men, the Marshall
and Hunter families, papermakers, Archie Young, Art Braun, Corky
Kuersteiner, Danny Stefanyschen, the Ost family which much later as
empty nesters where our neighbours, Phil Campbell had a put boat and
boat house on the lake, the Walter (Red) McGee family with their
Benjamin Charley, became our neighbour when we lived in 1080 one of the
best neighbours one can wish for. The Ramsey family, he working on longshore,
she in the store check-out. The Sammy Wilson family, had a son named
Jimmy. The Carl Hewitt family, they lived across the road from us when
in 1080. The Archie Young family who later moved to the valley, the
Zavarese Family with their three children who moved into the residence
vacated by Archie. The Malsbury family next to the pump-house and also
next to the Zavarese's. Albert Reid, she worked in the Hospital, Albert
in the Lubrication dept., they had one son, Gordie McLean from the
Bowling alley, the Prosser family opposite the swimming pool, the
Andrews family who's house burnt down on Nevin's Ave. The Koppang
Family, the Mrs. was teaching many children accordion lessons, the
Barnes's, the Grant's who built an steel boat which did not see to many
voyages on the chuck and sunk, luckily without any loss of life. The Yukon
Smith family, a lively family, their newly self built quite large boat
also sunk with a real bang on a hot summer's eve. Stanley Edwards of
Lonesome Lake fame, he also built a large boat in an abandoned boatshed in the
Martin valley, many years later we cruised in this boat with
Stanley to Bella Coola for a weeks holiday. Percy Gadsden and his
extended family, the Gildersleeve's, Ted Kelly family, Jesse Bushel and
her father the one who caught the largest trout with the least effort,
he had probably the greatest know-how.
Anything archaic [Gr. archaios, old, ancient] 1. belonging to an earlier
period, ancient 2. antiquated; old-fashioned 3. that has ceased to be
used, except for special purposes as in poetry, church ritual etc. in or
close to Ocean Falls?
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Being single gave me opportunities, time to explore the surroundings on
many a good-weather day with work-buddies. The Farm-valley still had
much of the buildings erected early on the war, to house milk-cows and
some fodder storage, then the area adjacent to it clearly showed the
signs of having been cultivated not so long ago to assure at least some
vegetables and potatoes in the case the war really would jeopardize the
marine traffic from Vancouver north. At the outflow of the lower
Twin-lake there was the wooden barricade (dam), built to raise the
lake-level by about 50 plus feet, The log flume was still in tact in
some way, this flume allowed the logs to be floated over and across the
river-canyon right down into the chuck (salt-water) Just imagine the
splash that made! There were still several of these really huge logs in
much of its length floated up on the shore and dam and inlet to the
flume. It always gave me the impression as was it suddenly abandoned,
tens of thousands of cut timber after all that hard work of getting them
down there, just left to rot. Also some logs were floated from the upper
Lake, which with the dam in place and much higher lower lake-level as a
result, a few logs were also stuck in the short water way (river)
connecting the lakes. Near this site was a shack with still most of the
roof intact, a steel bedstead and mattress and a few other signs of
human habitation, the mice now calling it their home. Much further in,
right at the foot of the mountain, there was a second building, much
enclosed by brush and even fairly substantial trees, no bedstead in this
structure, several chucks of steel and a few lumps of coal littered the
area. Upon inquiring we were told by Sammy Hunter and also verified by
Gus Herman, that this was the blacksmith shed in the times of logging
there. Where were now all them loggers? Where did they come from? What
were their names? A matter to be ruminated on for days and weeks.
On the right-hand shore there was a place everybody referred to when
fishing: at the Indian painting, this painting must have been painted
onto the rock-wall a long time ago, it was protected by the overhanging
rock-wall and this way never received any direct rain, but being out in
the open and moist air it had suffered and anybody not knowing the exact
location could easily miss it. The rock wall was almost inaccessible and
very steep, how did the painter get there, on what was he holding on not
falling in the lake? When the lake was at its natural level, prior to
the dam, this painting would have been about 80 ft. above water, there
were possibly some trees growing there, questions nobody could answer,
no timber-cruiser ever recorded it. Further up the lake on the same
shore, beyond camp twenty there was the hot-spring, we had to wait some
years to investigate this phenomenon, with the dam and resulting higher
lake-level the spring became submerged. Here are the facts: Lake at full
with water at top of Taintor-gates: 269 ft. Dam crest: 260 ft. Hot
spring exposed at 238 ft. Some years the lake was drawn down to this
level, a few times to the low 230 level, when this happened we always
would want to see the hot spring and wonder in amazement, we measured the
temp. and got 168 F, the smell was like any other hot spring, the smell
of one which came from the Sulphur containing rock, deep down.
Eventually we laid the spring more bare, there were many spots where the
steaming water sprung forth, we blocked it off with a plastic sheet,
weighted down with literally hundreds of rocks, buried a hose and sealed
its exit from the plastic sheet, attached a rope to its end buried the
hose again in the lake and ran the rope-end up on the shore line well
above the lake level, with this set-up we were able to draw hot
hot-spring water whatever the lake level was, we kept this secret and
for many years it was a secret, only ours to the very few who knew, many
years later somebody spotted the hose lying on the shore and cut some
length off, probably for a cheap boat-bumper perhaps, and never even
realizing what the purpose of that hose was or even knowing there was a
hot-spring at the other end.
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A Jewel Found.
Many years later on a hiking trip with some of my youngsters it was. For
some time we contemplated an overnight trip to the Goat mountain, this
meant going up early and walking the Martin Valley crossing the river
and on to the "slide", now the hard part started, up on the slide into
the timber and on and on to the top, the area where years later the TV
relay tower was built by means of a helicopter. This was a really nice
area, no trees, just low brush and heather all around, a really nice
view was presented from there of the town, the mill, all the booms along
the shore of the chuck, the dam with the lake behind it, Badly in all
it' majesty behind and mountain and mountains all the way to Kimsquit
and east even to B.C. highest of the coast range, Mt. Waddington. As we
set out for an overnight trip, there was more to be seen, we walked
along the ridge in the direction of Link lake, Martin valley on the
right hand side and Martin Lake in the distance and a narrow glimpse of
Link lake. On the right hand side were the upper end of the lower
Twin-lake, in the distance the upper Twin lake, starting from mid-point
between these lakes was a mountain chain which separated the Twin-lakes
from Roscoe inlet, a ridge which we walked later as my boys toughened up
and showed interest in the undertaking. On the goat ridge we walked as
far as the third mountain-top and camped there. One of the kids saw a
pile of stacked rock, certainly be built by man, the curiosity overcame
them and surprise, surprise, inside down was a porcelain cup, not the
Royal Albert brand, a good cup just the same, now we had believed we
were probably the first humans ever to in this area, and see, somebody
beat us to it, this was no disappointment though, we were the possessors
of a cup to be treasured and taken home. It was used for several years
with a special reference, always called the goat-mountain-cup.
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On top of old Baldy and swarms of horse-flies.
Among several jaunts to the top of that mountain, one stands out very
much. My two older boys and I were going all the way to the top. It must
have been mid- to late August, as there was no snow left on top, we went
along Baldy creek to Baldy meadows and up really from the back side of
the mountain. All pretty good going, the only game we came across was a
blue Grouse. Man, this bird was like a full grown chicken! Later after
leaving the meadows we looked for a safe crossing of the river and from
there it was all on the right hand side of the river in timber as far as
what we called the Baldy-ridge, from there it was more or less open
country, easy going and refreshing due to lack of trees. A first good
view was to be had of the town, chuck and twin-lake mountain area. Upon
reaching the top, we all wanted food and drink and rest. But very little
rest was to be had, insects and hundreds and thousands buzzed around our
heads, it was particularly bad on account of no wind. Near by, the boys
spotted a pile of empty soft drink bottles, all them heavy thick walled
returnable Coke-bottles. You guessed it, these bottles could be handed
in at the store and a bottle-deposit was to be had back. Horseflies by
the hundreds swirling around our heads, many of them beasts we killed
and squashed already and still no fewer. One of the boys started crying,
went almost berserk, the other wanted all them bottles in my large ruck-sack
and in they went until full, I do not remember how many were left
behind, but I was the one doing the carrying down and I remember it
being a heavy load. The down way was practically the straightest and
shortest, but also the steepest way. All went well and at the store
made some money for them bottles. In today's world these boys would most
probably get a citation from some self-appointed offical-dom.
Well, well this is the way it was.
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Destination: Fish-creek valley.
A warm late summer day it was, Otto Tancon and I were determined to go
all the way through and out the fish-creek valley right back as far as
we could manage in one day, being home again by night-fall.
Not far into the valley there is a sizeable cataract, the river plunges
some 60 ft over a precipice to discharge not much further down into
Link-lake. Fish-creek had many trout, a special kind, they all grew to
only eight inches, never caught one larger, but there were fish in that
river, a multitude, wild ones and very hungry. There was no difficulty
to catch them without any bait, the bare hook would do it, with the line
and hook thrown in, there would immediately be several fish, literally crash
upon the hook, each cast got an instant response. The question was and
is: how did these fish ever get into that fish-creek? They may have been
small on account of inbreeding, insufficient food or what, I never met a
fisheries person explaining it. A good way into the valley, almost
half-way, there were signs of some time ago human activity. Cut timbers,
posts with thick heavy nails in some of them, little bits of rusting
steel, some cans in a pile telling us that a kitchen area was at one
time right here. On we hiked until we reached more open area with some
pond size lakes, much signs of bear, and a few signs of deer. We were still in the
bowl of the valley and to get out of it, would be a two day effort and
postponed for a later planned trip. Some days later I ran into Emilio Clozza (the brother of Attilio the blacksmith) He told us that it was a
repair and shelter place where we had noticed the signs of onetime
activity. He also mentioned that he had a young mountain goat as a pet, rescued
from a snow-slide, whose mother (nanny) got killed in the slide. By
rutting season this pet became unruly to downright dangerous, after not
returning from one of his excursions they wished him well, he joined his
own again.
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Martin lake to Link lake tunnel.
I had a day off, the weather was beautiful warm, Emil Bühler from the
sawmill my buddy also had a day off, our plan was to go fishing on
Link Lake. Going with our 12 foot boat up the lake, we had difficulty
fishing due to much wind and white-caps all around. It was either going
home or what else? Since we now were right at that water gushing out of
that opening in the mountain, why not investigate it? We both agreed,
boat tied up safely and up we go, I remember it to be in parts quite steep, so as one had to grab some brushes to hold on. Made it up and
hallelujah, looking into the hole (tunnel) we would see daylight and
sunshine at the other end, the Martin Lake side. A good amount of water
rushed down the tunnel, but being summer and warm, so also was the
water, off came the shoes, up with them pant-legs, in short time we
tested the water, the tunnel being about nine feet in diameter, a little
less in spots, before we realized we waded fifty, one hundred, two
hundred feet in. The water lapping around our knees, wished we had taken
the pants off, but now it was too late, hit a spot were it was even a
few inches deeper, the water reaching the crotch of the pants, the
tunnel was just wide enough so one could reach the other wall quickly
when moved almost off balance by the current. On the inlet-side there
was a log tied with steel cables to some trees , this log prevented
possible logs floating free in Martin-lake from getting into the tunnel
and obstructing the flow of water or plugging the tunnel itself. I
remember the bottom of the tunnel being quite slippery, as all fresh
water bottoms tend to be in summer. At the lake side of the tunnel were
the rails used in the construction for removing the rock from the inside
after blasting, the tunnel is about 450 ft. long, all these rails served
no further use and were left and stacked up at the lake side entrance.
Many years later Alphons Day, of the one-man sawmill operation fame, got
himself a few of these rails, to build his "jack-ladder" to retrieve
junk-drift-logs from the lake.
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On good and trusted people.
Until well into the fifties, it was perfectly safe to leave the boat and
gear in the boat tied to the float, nothing would ever be removed, so
why take it home. Not everybody had a boat house, no lockers at that
time. Lockers only came about 1956 and later perhaps. In 1955 we went
for three moths to Europe, did not even lock the doors, everything was
left untouched by anybody, we knew it was safe, we trusted people, esp.
our neighbours. And so it was. Anybody who would want to get in, would
get in anyway, so why have the doors or windows broken? My trust in
people never let me down, my entire life, I grew up with good people, we
trusted them.
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St Peter and Hubertus hear we are!
A trip to Four Lakes.
Günther Schuster, Johnny Zillich and I planned a one week stay at
Four-lakes. Stanley Edwards with his Boat Orion brought us out, it was
mid-November and already dark, as Stanley worked his regular day, prior
to us going. He approached the shore slowly, we went overboard with
hip-boots, unloaded our considerable "gear", Stanley backed out and
returned to Ocean Falls. He returning one week later to pick us up.
Our big gear
consisted of one Klepper Faltboat, one 10 HP motor, three or four
gas-tanks, two tents, one ruck-sack for each of us, full with food for ten
days, cooking stoves and all that camping stuff, sleeping bags, lots of
spare socks, pants and each a pair of spare shoes or boots. All this had
to be packed up and into the forest, were our camp was being built. The
real hard job came the following day, carrying that heavy boat up to the
lakes, gas-cans, motor, oh they made them so heavy in them days. We were
blessed with good weather the entire week, some frost on some of the
mornings. We had a most enjoyable time, never to be forgotten, hours and
hours of campfire time, fish almost too easy to catch, yes and we all
got "our" deer and to top it of, also a jack pine Christmas
tree. How many times we repeated similar trips, there were many, each an
experience by itself.
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One of many sawmill mountain trips.
We usually tried to be at, first day-light, at the latest, at the first
steps of the trail leading up to the Chalet. (Shake-chalet for some, Ski
Chalet for others) The trail was reasonably maintained, not too steep
and one could make good time. For the skiers, the Lodge beckoned at
about the half-way point, for other hikers with the intent of going up
all the way, it was one hour more. It was possible to hike back in the
direction of the Wallace Bay on top and returning home again over the
top way. I liked it, because one did not have to use a boat, or walk a
long way like out the Martin valley, when going up goat-mountain. A good
view of the town was to be had, also an excellent one of Caro Marion on
clear days.
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Roscoe Lake here we come!
Ever been to or seen Roscoe Inlet, or Roscoe lake? I guess very few.
Anyway this was our cherished dream, the overland way we traveled.
Roscoe lake is similar in size and location as the better known Martin
lake. Ottorino, Tancon and I, had surveyed the approach, all we required
was a good dry, and preferably a clear day. The hoped for day came,
weather just beautiful, no wind, traveled by lake boat to within about a
mile or mile and a half of Three Rivers. We tied the boat secure in between two
stumps with sufficient slack rope to allow some give and take. It is so
simple when you know the ins and outs, all safe, our ruck-sacks onto the
backs and up we went. We had Roscoe lake in sight one hour later and before
long we sat on the shores of that lovely lake. Emilio Clozza in his
younger years logged over there, but few signs of it could be seen when
we visited Roscoe lake. This was one more good hike to be cherished for a
life time. I made it a second time with one of my boys.
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"My life" is about to change to "Our life".
At mid April, there were still over three feet of snow on the ground, I
was going on a holiday the first time out of Ocean Falls, on the Friday
CN Prince Rupert (boat) April 20/51. My wife to be who was a girl-friend
of one of my sisters, I had met some five or six times in the two years
prior to my emigration to Canada, was arriving in Vancouver from Zürich,
traveling by train, ocean steamer and train again. We corresponded for
almost three years and got to know each other at least on our attitudes
towards most things one would meet in life, we always felt a firm trust
towards each other and wanted to start a life together in this brand new
country, at least for her. I was quite sure she would feel at home in
Ocean Falls and so she was. My immediate problem was housing, the new #
3 apt. was supposed to be finished, but was six months late, when
stepping onto that boat in April, I did not know where we as a couple
would stay on our return, was assured be the housing administration,
that something would be waiting for us. It would have been nice to know
where, at least for my wife, but as things were, it just was not so. I
arrived in Vancouver, had a room in the Georgia Hotel, 9.50 dollars a
day and reserved one for my girlfriend who arrived the following Monday,
April 21st. On Sat. of the same week was our wedding planned at the Holy
Family Church on east 33rd street. Our wedding party consisted of two
witnesses, the priest and us two. After all I did not know anybody in
Vancouver. On Monday after, we took the ferry to Nanaimo, checked into
the Malaspina Hotel, (this burned down some years ago) looked at the
town, visited a sawmill operation, the beach and not much more I can
remember. The next day we went to Port Alberni, stopping at the
Cathedral Park and admiring the large fir-trees there. The following day
from Alberni to Victoria by bus, (I had no drivers license nor car),
stayed in Victoria for three days, visiting some of the sights and back
to Vancouver on Saturday's ferry. On Mon. following we stepped onto the
Prince Rupert again for that 20 hour trip to Ocean Falls, the town which
was our town for many years, all our children were born there in that
small hospital , yes all eight of them. The town which offered so much
to us and all without the ownership of a car, this no car town was a
blessing in disguise, especially for a young family, we stayed in town even
after the subdivision was built in the valley, the prime reason was, we
did not need a car if living in town, were close to all the services of
the town and the job.
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We did not arrive with a big bash.
Boat arrival always was an event in Ocean falls, especially so on a nice spring
early evening and so it was on that 8th of May 1951. Several of my
work-buddies were waiting and greeting us. Some of the names Len Reitlo,
Harry Olesky, Jack Miles. They also carried a message, that I was
scheduled for tomorrows day-shift. Now I had to check with the hotel
desk where our assigned lodgings would be till the willows was ready to
move into. We were given a room on the top floor, a corner-room in the
Kimsquit Lodge, this is the building which was converted into the
hospital many years later. This lodge housed most of the female staff
working in the hotel and had a lady I forgot her name, in charge and
residing there. I was the only male occupant of the lodging a somewhat
strange feeling with all them ladies, guess there were at least twenty
of them. My concern was what my wife would do, speaking little English, I
at work and she strange to everything and everybody. At this time, I
still occupied my room in Bunkhouse # 7, the room was needed for
somebody else, my wife was contacted to make it available, well she knew
I had a key and along she went and moved my belongings to our new temporary
residence. Towards the end of my first day back to work, Mr. Stables let
me know, that due to manpower shortage, I would have to come back at
4.00 am and work a 12 hour-shift till further notice. And so it was, I
worked 12 hours each day without a day off until late August. It were
the years when Prince Rupert built a new mill, Alcan had a very large
project going, men were needed everywhere, there were jobs to be had,
and many quitters, many in Ocean Falls, We really had a difficult time
training and espcialy retaining the new trainees to fill a spot. Many were
trained, never worked one shift on their own and quit. We were the first
couple moving into the new willows in the latter part of June. #309 was
our suite. My new wife really had no problem occupying herself, she
would take almost daily walks out to the valley, pick salmon berries,
make a solitary hike to lost lake and pick blue, and huckleberries, she
felt never afraid of any animals in the wild and I myself also never saw
any danger in being out in the bush all by oneself. She also started
English lessons very quickly with Mrs. Howarth, and from September on, she
helped in the kindergarten, she quickly got to know people and children,
her English made progress in big steps, she had no time to contemplate
and feel lonely. There was work, and variety, and she liked it.
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A family is started.
Our first born, Eric was born the following year, it became a much
different world for me, when away from the job. It were now three of us,
no longer only one as it was for many years, I felt at home, really at
home the first time since leaving home 11 years before in 1940, I was 16
at the time, never knew a home again until 1951.
My father passed away in 1929, leaving my mother to cope with six
siblings and in a world which was at the beginning of a very bad
depression, not only was it bad it lasted ten years, it seemed as it
never would end. My paternal grandfather lived with us, he also passed
on in 1933. A great aunt also lived with us, she lived to be 97. It is
from her I have many memories, things she told us kids, how the word was
when she was a younger person, she was born in 1843, also having lost
her father very early, but had the good luck of having had her
grandparents living with them, they were born in 1768 and 1776
respectively. It is through her that I have a connection back in years,
a time not even the Spanish saw the northwestern shores, before
Alexander Mackenzie marked that rock in Dean channel, when there were
still so many furry creatures in the coastal waters and fish in rivers
aplenty.
One more year and we got ourselves a boat and motor on the lake, one
more year and a second child, also a boy, was born to us, we named him
Gregory. In his later school years he shortened it to Greg.
Canada moved ahead, there was much mining activity especialy in Ontario. The
word was uranium U 35, the Dew line (distant early warning) up north
was built with American help. Jobs, Jobs, lots of them, especially for
single people.
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Our own boat on the lake.
In early spring of 1953 we purchased a new 12 ft. clinker-built cedar
plank, lap strake boat and 5 HP motor. This provided a great outlet for
us, also at this time we were living in a house, #1080. Henry Bolivar
lived there before us. It is the house which stood at the right hand side,
the last one going to the lake. It must have been one of the first built
in town, as we found a newspaper dated 1917, in the outer attic area.
From this house a good view was to be had, could see each boat coming in
around the bend into Ocean Falls. Also the proximity to the lake was great for
us, also we had the best neighbours, one can wish, Walter (red) Magee
and family on the up side, Archie Young on the downside, across the road
the Carl Hewitt family and Albert Reid and family in the bend of the
road. A little over the Ramsey family, Louise was cashier and the
husband worked with the Longshore-Yard crew. We loved this location,
spectators and players of ball-games to and from the ball-park passed
our house, anybody going to the lake passed, often showing their catch
on the way home. We had about the best location of anybody or so at
least we felt.
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The first return visit to the old country.
Late Oct. we left for a 2 ½ months trip to the old
country coming back Jan. 13/56. This was one of the driest winters ever
in Ocean Falls, the lake level was so low that half the mill was down from mid.
Jan. to April. The lake being frozen over till late April.
Our first daughter is born.
In the fifties many people had CCM bike-wagons. They were a strong
toy and utility wagon. The boys would ride them down the dam-hill, non stop
right to the front-doors of the store. Much groceries were packed home
with them, some boys also used them to transport cases of beer for some
thirsty fishers and earning themselves some pocket money. Our third
child was born in Feb. 56 to the joy of the two brothers and us the
parents as well. Many hours were spent on the lake, we got our first
tent, a really good one, rubberized bottom and fly-sheet with fly-sheet
extension. Unlike many, we never had a cabin on the lake, ours was the
house near the dam, also practically right on the lake, with the
advantage of running water and all them nice domestic things like
flushing toilet etc. We also did some fishing when out with the boat,
but for several years really never hooked into a large trout, this was
to change, on our first outing of the year, with lunch packed for a full
day, I and three or four children drove over to Baldy and planned to
start fishing, getting the worm on the hook of two rods, all the while
being close to the shore and already I heard the words: we are hungry,
can we have a sandwich? There were plenty of them packed, but the first
child had hardly bitten into it, all hell broke loose, jerking and
snapping on one of the roads meant we had a fish and this without us
trying or even holding the rod, after all everybody was hungry and
wanted to eat. We netted it eventually, it was big, at least for us,
never having had anything much over 14 in. Now nobody wanted to fish any
more or camping, all wanted to go home and show their mother this large
trout. We had it weighed in at the fire-hall (official weigh-station at
derbies) this trout was six pounds and 14 oz. As it turned out it was
the largest fish of the year. Received a trophy for it, being the fish
of the year.
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A second girl joins the group.
Lucy was born in 57, she was a lively and quick girl. Much camping
during the summer, as we had much good weather for a good stretch. With
so many men quitting I moved up on the seniority line and soon was the
second most senior operator in the dept. Emil Bühler a good friend for
five years was going back to his native country, it always was a sad
day, when friends left for good, no matter where they went to. Now many
years later, it looks as we made the right choice, Ocean Falls always
had good schools, there was work at the mill when the kids came home
from college or university. Ocean Falls sent a much higher proportion of their
youngsters to university compared to most other towns. It is true, going
out of town always was costly and the biggest draw back in my opinion,
especially so for a family with only one wage earner. In fall I hunted
the local area, like Sawmill-mountain, the lake area mostly, and the very
odd hunts further away. I hunted deer and goat and soon learned the
habits of these wonderful animals. Many a times we would go for a hike
or climb in summer, just to observe them. Fawns and young goats are
always exiting. At home we got a rabbit and eventually a dog, but never
a cat while in Ocean Falls. The majority of the men hunted on the sea shore
places, we preferred the lake area, this is also were we had our boat
and actually very few hunters ever hunted the lake area. In the
following year we purchased a new larger boat, a 16 footer, also built
by the Elia Boat Works in Vancouver like the first one. This boat was
very beamy, had custom seating arrangement and would sleep two adults
quite readily plus two or three kids in the bow. The motor-well was
outside, as the mounting also was, this gave us the full 16 feet of
length and 30 inches of free-board. This outfit gave us many years much
pleasure with safety on the lake and since we had a boat-house, it
stayed new for many years. The boat-house was a good investment, a joy
to have. Many a times we would go up to the boat-house and just check
and look and dream a bit.
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A third girl joins the pack.
Sometime in 1958 a suite in duplex # 662 became our home. We still had a
good view and also a little garden space for flowers and some veggies
and lettuce. Duplexes were all steam-heated and hot water also produced
by steam. With a growing family it became a plus, there also was a ¾
basement area excavated with planked floor and a small steam radiator in
this basement, ideal for me to dry my wet cloth and boots, that I usually came
home with, when hunting. The entrance into the kitchen led through a
enclosed porch, now this porch-floor allowed me by cutting and
installing a trap-door to get to the basement without stepping outside
and through rain or snow. The children loved this way up and down the
vertically installed ladder, could go and play in the basement with
their slippers on and no dress-change necessary. As the family grew, I
also installed two bunk-beds for the boys, at certain times they
reported about all the cat-calling they heard and almost scared them.
Our neighbours were: the Stu Mooney's below, the Ost family also below
to the right, the other half of the duplex was occupied by the Darl
Christensen family, which later moved to the new mill being built in
Eureka, California. The Doug Hogg family also below to the left house #667 and one duplex with the Cy Watkins family.
Their eldest daughter was
our oldest son's Kindergarten teacher, she married Steve Frew, son of
Joe Frew, father and son worked in the mill-pipe-shop. In Jan. 59 a
third girl was born to us and welcomed into our family.
We named her Elisabeth, Patricia, she was a very solid girl and always
some "mischief" in her head. In later years she shortened her calling to
Liz., the Patricia part she never liked.
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There is a difference between a Hobby and a Job.
The top "Brass" usually visited the mill at least once a year. Mr
Zellerbach would be accommodated at the Company house where there was
somebody year-'round to cater for this V.I.P.s. On one of these visits,
Morley Patterson Mill Manager asked me to take the afternoon off from
work and go and catch some trout, Mr. Zellerbach always likes fresh
trout for breakfast, oh my God, not me, being late summer and anybody
fishing that lake knew how lousy fishing can be at this warm season, I
did not want to, I tried to get myself out of this job, no, all my
not-wanting-it did not help. And if you do not catch any, then there are
always some frozen ones laid on, just in case, but fresh ones are
preferred. With a heavy heart I agreed and soon left the mill. I headed
for my absolute best fishing spot and surprise, surprise, one bite, two
bites three, four, five, moved a little on and why are these trout
biting and so hungry today, I had no answer, but in less then one hour
I caught a dozen pan-size trout. My heavy heart had turned to joy and by
the 5 o'clock whistle I delivered one dozen cleaned, fresh lake trout to the
company-house kitchen. The following day while fishing in the Jenny-Bay
area on the Company-boat Leeward, Mr. Zellerbach called Morley
Patterson, the mill Manager, to relay his thanks for the lovely trout he
had at breakfast time.
A lesson for me, even people of wealth and in high position can say
thank you.
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And another son was born.
I usually planned on vacation for the time my wife was due for delivery
time. It never was a problem, as most of our children were born in the
off-peak vacation time, also in these times prior to air-conditioning,
it could be unpleasantly warm in a hospital bed. As it turned out, it
was never really warm when she was there. This third boy, born in the
summer of 1960 also was a very solid baby, we named him Gilbert,
Bernard. He also abbreviated it to Gil, short and snappy. Now we had
six, three of each sex, or, as
Jack Beach the pipe-fitter told me, three with inside and three with,
outside plumbing.
At the mill, the "blood-letting" of quitters slowed a little. Our dept head left for another mill back east, Frank
Robertson took his place sometime in 56 - 57. There was a new pulp mill
constructed at Castlegar and two more were on the drawing boards for
Prince George. Many of these new mills hired experienced people from
Ocean Falls. Many became dept heads. There was not one mill in all of BC which did
not have at least one or several employees who worked formerly in Ocean
Falls. In
a sense, the Ocean Falls mill was the training ground for the other mills. Ocean
Falls had the three key dept. necessary in the production of pulp, Sulphite, Sulphate (Kraft) and Groundwood. No other mill in all of BC
counted all three, many of the new mills had only one, the Kraft process.
Powell River had two, a Sulphite and Groundwood mill dept. These new
mills, single line operations, were built with much larger capacity,
could be operated with fewer men per ton of product, maintenance cost
were substantially lower as well as operating costs. Ocean Falls also
limited out on power availability, too much distant from other power
sources, like Kemano. More and more power was required for the paper and
pulp process, the end-product. The paper quality had to be raised due to
much competition, the publishers wanted a cleaner, a stronger and
brighter paper it all cost more dollars, more chemicals and power which
was limited at Ocean Falls. Management felt the squeeze, the noose could
be felt. Few would have agreed, many never believed. The sixties rolled
on.
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A fourth daughter is born.
Many living at Ocean Falls, know what it means to pack groceries up long
stairs. So did we, living in that duplex high up, no road near the
house, all and only steps and many of them. Oh, we had many helpers, but
always some were too little to be helpers, they required help, to be
carried up and down.
I always made an effort to clear the entire stair-way down to the road
(fifth-street) prior to going to work, but often as it also snowed when
I was at work there were times with snow on the stairway. It was, that I
cleared "my" snow and all the others snow, winter after winter. The same
applied to all the boat-house owners, many shoveled, and many did not
help with the clearing of the floats, not even their own boathouse and
allow it to be sunk and damaged, endangering the boat-houses next to
theirs. I guess, it takes all kind of people to make a world.
Rita was born on Nov. 23/61, I remember it well, walking down to the
hospital with my wife. Three different parties came with deer, loaded on
their sleds. It had snowed very heavily for almost two days, there was at least two feet of new snow.
This made deer hunting quite easy,
with the deer standing on the snow-free shore-line, some feeding on
sea-weed, others just standing there. George Gates and Vern Stranahan
are two of the hunters that I remember. My hunting was done for the year,
right now I had a baby minding job. I must say, children never are too
demanding when the mind turns to cooking, thanks for that. This baby
girl Rita was a "hairy" one, black hair on the head, body and arms all
covered with short, fine hair also. We gave her three names: Rita Ruth,
she goes by the name Rita only, often shortened to without pronouncing
the final a.
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Good years and good times, our #8 and youngest daughter is born.
Each year seemed to get better, we all were healthy, we all had the most
enjoyable times, at home, on the lake, camping etc. The children had
many friends, and they all loved school. From Mrs. Dowling to Mrs. Moore. If
I had one complaint, it was that the teachers did not give the students
sufficient assignments for home work, I hardly remember any of them
doing much homework.
At the mill was a rumor, that down at Elk Falls a new machine would be
installed, taking the place of #3 and #4 at Ocean Falls. Good news for
them, bad news for us in the Falls. Few were dreaming then, that this
could or would be the death-blow of also the Sulphite and Kraft Dept. A
newsprint mill without any of these, is like a man living on live
support and we all know what the eventual outcome is. I had been filling
in for Frank, my boss, and Dept Head as he went on vacation, for three
years now, the mill turn-over was less than in former years, the
economic boom subsided a great deal. Our life moved along, we enjoying
all those
wonderful things a man could do in and around town. "Our" lake was
there, to be enjoyed by many, trails to be hiked, slopes at the Chalet
to be skid on, and goats for the hardy ones up on almost the top of the
surrounding mountains and deer also for all who wanted one. Salmon and
many other creatures of the saltwater, to be had by all who wanted them,
it sounds almost like being in paradise. At the same time, the economic
base weakened imperceptibly, few would see it or even believe it. Most
denying it.
Our daughter came into this world on May 15. 63. A beautiful girl, good
and everything parents can wish and hope for. How lucky and blessed we
were and are!
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Years of change.
Frank Robertson became Industrial Rel. Supervisor upon Ernie Cummings'
transfer to Elk Falls, I was moved into his former position, K. Andersen
retired and Al Tiemens kept an eye over the Kraft with Ed Prosser being
the day boss. Many were destined to go to Elk Falls and start up and run
the new #4 there. I try to remember some of them: Art Braun, Corky Kuersteiner, Danny Stefanyschin, Mel Ost, Hank Schulte, Dick Buitendyk,
these all being papermakers plus many maintenance personnel also.
The original groundwood mill was to be replaced with a more modern one.
To house the construction crew a new building was erected on Nevin
Avenue. The original mill bridge was replaced with a new one, a new
steam and power boiler built also to replace two old ones. A new steel
flume was erected, the wooden one failed too often and the mill could
not depend on its continuity. The chipper-mill also was idled, with the
start up of the newly install whole-log chipper, also a conveyor to
carry the chips all the way to the existing conveyor at the chipper mill
was necessary. In spite of all this replacement and renewal some
uneasiness persisted with some people, I remember well, hearing our CEO
at a service award's dinner, stating, that it is as with an elderly
lady, over the years a little bit too much here, a little too much
there, no harm done, just looking better and younger, why would all them
millions be spent if the company would not see a future in it. It may
have been an honest statement as management saw it, and they certainly
spent millions to realize this project. But there was no more paper
being loaded onto the boats and barges then before, hourly pay-rates
increased with almost every new contract and these contracts became
harder and harder to be signed. There also were many outside forces,
many beyond the control, of union or company, they all and it all
brought the knife closer to the skin.
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What is next?
Industry rumor had it, that Crown was investigating the feasibility of a
pulp mill at Bella Coola, also a possible one at Vernon. In the Interior
they owned a good chuck of forest land, Bella Coola would have saltwater
access for shipping, but to get clear, good water of low turbidity would
require additional investments. I put my name forward and let Crown
know, that I would be interested in a relocation to one of these mills,
should they be realized. As we all know now, they were never built,
could not be justified as an investment, also the province seemed to
have come to the conclusion, that there was only that much forest land
left, markets were flooded, a new mill Skookumchuk one more in Gold
River, Harmac expanded, Eurocan in Kitimat was on the drawing boards
also, a real flood of new producers. I had hardly "inherited" the
Sulphite mill, when I was asked by Al Thiemens to take charge of the
Kraft dept. also. Now I seemed to have my hands full, there was much to
be learned. This situation lasted about two years when an announcement
was made, that the Sulphite would be shut down and the Kraft mill also a
few months later. Talking of a shock......Government and Company did
their best to find jobs mostly in other mills also with the relocation
costs and all arrangements. Most found work in the pulp industry, others
preferred not to be with pulp and paper any longer. The population of
Ocean Falls shrank dramatically, no dentist for some periods, down to
one medical doctor, the school had too few students and the
administration remained being too large for only one half the student
body. Plus all them side effects, none of it being beneficial, almost
like a man, having both legs and one arm amputated, has too large a
heart and belly for what it has to serve. The two newsprint machines
built in 1917 kept running and a new grinder-room to make mechanical
pulp were key items left and there was all the hope in them to keep the
mill going and keep above water.
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My years following the Sulphite and Kraft phase-out.
Firstly we were occupied with the clean-up and removal of all traces of
chemicals from these two mills, classifiers to be cleaned and
neutralized, everybody was for the first time in years working dayshift,
no night-work, this also allowed people to be released as new jobs for
them became available, by the time the clean-up was at the end,
everybody had a job somewhere. I myself took some vacation, which I had
due for some time, later was sent to the Elk-Falls groundwood mill for
training, with a follow-up at the Port-Alberni mill and a visit to the
ground-wood mill at Powell River. Returning to Ocean Falls, more
training under the hand of Alex Gramberg, who was soon after transferred
in the same position to Elk Falls. After four years as G/W Supt. I was
offered the position of Kraft mill Supt. at Elk Falls, Campbell River.
Initially I hesitated, but my wife and family felt it would be good to
go outside and perhaps enjoy some of the amenities offered out there.
For me it meant many months of long hours of work, the day never seemed
to end for me at the mill. I was responsible for a much larger area,
much more equipment then the whole mill in total combined had at Ocean
Fall, the production was also accordingly larger as a matter of fact the
seven fold. Time brought more familiarity, one could feel and see it was
a much healthier operation from an economic point of view. After 16 more
years I retired with just under 40 years in pulp and paper. This being
at the year end of 1987.
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And the demise came.
Late in 1971 the shut-down of the Ocean Falls mill was announced. With
much financial help of the BC taxpayer it was kept running a few years
more under the new name of THE OCEAN FALLS CORPORATION. Interestingly,
between the announced shut-down and actual take-over of the latter, a
totally unforeseen paper shortage developed, with a newsprint price 100
% over the one only a few months before, much of the pressure from the
buyer in respect to quality disappeared practically over night, this was
good for the new Ocean Falls Corp. but it did not last. The market normalized and
powers to be, could not afford to invest millions of dollars with no prospect
of ever breaking anywhere near even. I remember reading all the writings
in the daily papers, a reporter would go, probably fly into Ocean Falls,
talk to some people willing to talk and where else but the Legion would
one have an instant audience, again and again one would read the same
people being interviewed and making statements the press loved and it
filled the papers. Naturally these people were mostly much removed from
the action and could not give a factual report. The lesson is, do not
ever put too much faith into this fly-in reporters or people who are so
eager to see their name in a wide-circulation paper.
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Of boats we owned.
The first boat we bought was a second , third, fourth and fifth-hand 12
ft. clinker built one with an old 5 HP Johnson, with gas tank built on
top, one can say integrated. We bought it from Ed Stadler with another
friend, this was not so convenient after I had a family, my partner Teo
Waltenspuehl bought me out, I bought the second one, again a clinker
built one, it was so brand new, one could still smell the paint. This one we
equipped with a 5 ½ HP Johnson, equipped with a Milemaster tank. All
these clinker boats had a good reputation for being good seaworthy
boats. I remember well, how often we would be out on the lake and
pulling a gang-troll, Elizabeth my wife sitting there, enjoying the
scenery, keeping an eye on kids and baby-buggy, which we placed
cross-way in the middle of the boat. Getting hung up with the lure was
not uncommon, losing a lure, gang troll was always a pain, after all
when one goes out and wants some diversion and getting hung up and many
a times lost it, it always was 1.80 dollars for the troll plus other
hardware which might go with it, after all my hourly pay was $1.42hr. One wanted always be on look-out for them submerged stumps, over
the years we learned where many of the stumps were. Elisabeth would
nurse the babies, whenever they let it known. Nursing was very uncommon,
certainly not the norm to feed a baby, it just was done in Canada beyond
the first few days and many mothers never did it at all. When in the
hospital with the first-born Eric, she was the only one of the three
mothers in the maternity ward nursing her infant, one of the new mothers
even smoked within one hour of giving birth, yes right in the bed in the
maternity room. Now, who says the world has not changed for the better!
We never caught a good sized trout with that boat, we were pretty green
at it and slow learners. We had no locker to keep the gear, would leave
it all in the boat and it was safe. In the off-season the boat came home
and was sheltered.
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A beautiful boat our third one.
It was again a clinker boat, brand new in 1958. Now, such a beautiful
boat deserved a fitting name. I had previously read a book on Marco
Polo, the Venetian traveler who in the late 13th century went overland
to China and returned the water-way some 20 years later. I was so
fascinated by his story, of the things he had seen, that our boat
certainly deserved a good name, as our boat not only served for fishing
and camping, we wanted to explore every little bay on the lake, it
served us well.
For one season we moved it to the chuck, too bad for this lovely boat,
it was now in the open, no boat-house for shelter. On two trips it took
us to Ellerslie lake, one had to have the right tide to get into the
lagoon. The lake was discharging its water over rock-rim, much like Link
lake did prior to the dam. An absolutely pleasurable sight. On a second
trip to Ellerslie we hit rough water on the home journey, it was so
choppy, we had to keep away from the shore to be clear of any possible
submerged rock. We had life preserves in the boat, but not wearing them,
with our eyes pointed our way down Spiller-Channel and white-caps
everywhere, we missed the channel which would bring us in the right
direction. I could not let go of the tiller to get my life-jacket on,
Elisabeth was lying flat on the boat bottom for low centre of gravity
and I had to turn back, turning 180 degrees and life threatening waves
everywhere. I found the side passage which I had earlier missed and
entered into calmer waters much relieved both of us. The lesson is: Wear
your life preserver!
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Marco Polo brings us to Kimsquit.
Gregory and I wanted to see Dean Channel all the way to the end.
Visiting places like Eucott hot springs, Nascall hot springs with a
dip in the wooden tub, a small shelter was built there in the forties to
serve as weather station, Crown Z was toiling with the idea of power to be
developed from this site. At the saltwater, near the water coming from
the Nascall lake chain, there is a hot spring and cold water spring only
some 20 feet separating them, the water of both is piped into the tub
inside this shelter, one can sit in this wonderful thermal spa, viewing
the near-by Dean and Labouchiere Channel, watching the marine traffic to
Bella Coola and up to Kimsquit at the same time. It was a three day
trip, with two outboards for safety. At the Dean we had a look at the
recently built bridge across, it was about one mile up from saltwater.
We did not do any fishing, just exploring, seeing new sights. One day on
crossing the bridge, Gregory who was around nine at the time, had a
black bear coming onto the bridge also. Gregory was at this time
half-way across and did not want to run and have the bear in his back,
both the bear and Gregory kept to the side along the bull-rail, they
passed and that was it. I saw it from the distance, it seemed to me the
bear just ignored him, was I irresponsible as a parent?
Percy Gadsden,
father of Roy Gadsden built, constructed a trail along the Dean river
around 1920 to one of his mining claims on Tesla mountain, he told me
about earlier, so we also wanted to walk in the steps of Percy 35 or 40
years later. The sky was clear all these days, returning home with new
memories.
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Sagar Lake.
Sagar lake had a certain ring in my mind, boaters were recounting their
good times out there. I was several years in the Falls, had never seen
it yet. This was to change. On one of them nice and calm summer days all
my family or almost all, headed in that direction, the lake can be
accessed via a lagoon, a duplicate of the one at Ellerslie, again
depending on the tide, the water rushes in or out through the narrows.
People called it a Skookum-fall. To get to the freshwater lake, one took
the trail which was about 20 or 30 minutes walk. A good sized beach was
at the near end. The sand being rather coarse, so as to almost hurt the
bare feet. Good for a camp-fire and a quite time. Good swimming
temperature in
mid-summer. We were the only visitors that day. The lagoon is of about
one mile in length with an island in the centre, the water has a deep
black colour and was not inviting.
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A hunting trip to Kwatna inlet.
Kwatna lies on the mainland side of Burke Channel about half way between
Namu and Bella Coola. Otto Krafczyk and I chose this for one of his
hunting trips. It were grizzlies he had on his mind and Kwatna was well
known for it's grizzlies, anybody recalling Clayton Mack?
I Met Clayton when in Kwatna, he had an American customer, no grizzlies
though. This was his
favorite area. We gassed up Otto's boat, 160 gal. of it and headed down Namu way into Burke, about ten miles up we hit rough water, terribly
rough, slowed down and the plaining hull designed boat sunk almost two
feet deeper into the water, the waves literally threw us from wall to
wall inside the boat, the waves hit us side-ways. Some water entered
through the vent over the bunk in the bow, I was bailing water on my
knees, with all this bashing around Otto lost his contact lens, his view
became more blurred and I was supposed to find his lens floating around
in the bilge water. We were in an absolutely dangerous situation, the
boat was of 25 foot length, but them waves must have been every bit of
six feet bashing the boat on the side. You all will appreciate how fast
a man can bail when water enters the boat almost faster then it can be
bailed out.
On the second day out we encountered what we took for
a grown black bear, a few seconds later a second one came out of the
Slough, a few more seconds a there was a large grizzly sow. these two
were her last years cups. Here was the grizzly Otto was dreaming for
years, with grown cubs, they will be on their own soon in any case. Two
men, with two loaded guns, only 50 - 70 feet distance... what are you
waiting for? No shot, no aiming for the large bear... some ten seconds
later the cubs hurried into the bush and the mother followed. I myself
did not want it or any bear, but Otto the German hunter, he had a
license and this was his chance. Many years later he recounted to me
about him not getting that grizzly, it cost him later some lost sleep.
Lesson: Sometimes we have only one chance. We had insufficient gas to go
home, had to go up to Bella Coola and top the tanks off. No game, but
still alive! A good trip home in calm waters.
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A trip to the head of Roscoe Inlet.
Seeing goats and hiking in goat country always drew me, I really do not
know why, I guess it was the height of the land, looking down from up
high, the emptiness, the stillness, certainly the beauty of the land all
around. The hearsay had it, that Roscoe had goats, not from people who
ever saw one, or did anybody try to " lead" me on? Also there were
flocks of geese just waiting I guess for hunters. We made ourselves
prepared for a two-day trip in mid October, goat and deer season being
open. As soon as we entered the inlet, we slowed to a slow speed,
looking up all the mountains for possible signs, glassing for goats all
along. Mid to late afternoon we reached Roscoe River, which discharges
from the left very near the top end of the inlet. As we neared the right
hand shore of the river, several geese let us know about their presence
and waved good bye. We decided to tie the Marco Polo for the night to
two logs near the shore, this way we could leave and go onto the boat
quite readily. The river being about one half of the size of Braden
river, the one which discharges into the head of Link lake. The bow of
the boat was turned down-river, so we could perhaps in the early hours
of the morning float down and not disturb any wild-life. Rain came early
in the evening. Not rain, no, downpour by the bucket, as heavy as ever
seen at Ocean Falls. The river surface turned into waves, but the we felt
protected by the six or eight foot bank. The wind, call it storm blew
right over us, that felt comforting. We bedded down and must quickly
have fallen asleep. Around two in the morning I felt I had wet feet. I I
got the flash light quick, and my god, that river was a torrent, the waves
hitting the transom and lapping water into the boat. A decision had to
made instantly. I stupidly, should have had the bow into the water and not
the transom, too late now, no time to be lost. I cut the rear
shore-line, the boat swung around with force, driven by the current, the
resulting jerk on the bow-rope broke the rope and we were adrift
down-river at two in the morning in the wettest night. It was as
pitch-black, as it was inside a cow. After a few seconds free floating, we hit
something, something scratching and jerking. At least we came to a halt,
the river was here wider being in the estuary. Investigating our
predicament with a flashlight showed we were hung up in a tree with all
the branches on, this tree touching river-bottom. The little aux. motor
a seagull pus 40 had been totally submerged, the 40 HP Johnson to within
one or two inches of the top.
Yes we had things to think about tomorrow,
but first the boat needed to be bailed out and a dry spot found for
sleeping, the sleeping bags had to be rung out, we had sufficient spare
dry clothing for a change. Day light came, the storm had abated. The
very first job to do, before extricating us from that life saving tree,
was to get an engine running. We were successful with the seagull fairly
quickly. Did that feel good! The Johnson fired up fairly readily. I
guess the reason was the engines were not running and sucking in water
at the time.
Rain and low cloud-ceiling prevented us from doing any exploring,
actually we were grateful to be alive, returning home on the second day.
The moral is: Tie the boat into the current and not the blunt transom
side. No help whatsoever would have been near, as we were about 80 km
from anyplace, where a passing boat could be seen.
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Was that ever wet and cold in a open boat, all soaked to the bones.
It was on an October evening after work, nice clear day it was.
Elisabeth, my wife, and I felt it would be ideal to go to the lake and spy
for goats as they like to feed in the open rock areas before bedding
down. We had also an aluminum 11 footer with an 18 Johnson, a fast
flying boat, day-light was at a premium in mid-October, we arrived on
our preferred area, the lake was a little choppy, not bad, but just the
same, too much motion to observe any game almost on top of the
mountains, OK, we must go onto the shore for steady viewing, I stepped
onto the steep and boulder covered shore, Elisabeth followed me
immediately, the boat got so unbalanced with her stepping out, that it
moved away from the shore and she fell neck-deep into the lake. My first
concern was her getting something a little dryer on her body, at least
from the waist up, it would be a long way home in an open boat in
October at seven in the evening. Off came much of my clothing, shirt,
pullover and that was about it, we squeezed her pants a little, removed
the shoes and dumped the little water there was inside, quickly put my
top on her body-top, had her lying down flat in the boat to be out of
the cold wind, with me holding the tiller and going full open with
nothing on my upper body, but being dry turned out to be quite
endurable, a fast gallop from boat-house over all them floats to
Ball-park and run home almost warmed us up a little. Went back two weeks
later and got a goat. In order to get a goat, one may not only get very
tired, one can also get pretty wet.
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A hunting trip to Kimsquit.
The rumor had it that goats on the Kimsquit mountains were easy to get.
A trip was arranged by Otto Tancon with Emilio Clozza on his large boat,
Cloya. A diesel powered craft of well over 30 ft, displacement type
hull. This made for a safe and calm ride, a pleasurable trip of about
nine hours. We anchored in the bay and used a small boat to ferry us to
shore. We glassed the area over, did not spot any sign of goats, planned
the route to be taken the next day. There was four of us hunting, Otto,
Frank Inglin, Otto Freiburghaus and myself. Emilio followed our two party
routes, two hunters to each with his glasses from the boat. My party met
no goat signs, the other got itself one goat each man. On the second day
with an overnight stay on the mountain, several animals were spotted,
but inaccessible to reach. It became obvious that we did not have
sufficient knowledge of the area, of how to get ourselves to were the
goats were and could be reached if killed. More scouting around was
needed, but then we had a total of seven days available, two for
traveling, five for hunting. Rain fell the following day and the
following one and the next being our fifth day and heavy clouds enclosed
any view. Some consulting was in order, yes we all came for a goat, two
had one each, two had none. No long convincing was needed, we wanted to
move and headed for the Eucott spring area, there would be shelter and
good anchorage for the Cloya.
A full days hunting in the wet bush yielded me one deer. Next day was
our seventh day and we came home a little wiser perhaps.
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More trips to our better known, beloved mountains around Ocean Falls.
One hike we made, Greg and I to the mountains near the hot spring, an
overnight trip in good early fall weather. This mountain range separates
the head of the lake and Braden river from Cascade inlet. It took us
most of the day to reach the top, there one could look down straight
into Cascade inlet, so near, even closer than the lake on account of
it's very steep slopes. The wind was blowing very strong right on the
ridge, away from it, total calm it was. We again glassed the hills in
the late evening sun, looked for a depression in the heather-covered
rock to shelter us over night, should it blow. On such trips as on all
we made, no sleeping bag or anything like it was ever part of our gear.
One always could have a warmer and softer bed when at home. A frost was
always the normal temp. in the early morning at these elevations, woolen
socks and a heavy woolen sweater and woolen head covering was all we
had, we never suffered any ill-effects from cold and shivering at any of
the many trips, one knows on the outset of such a trip, that cold could
be some discomfort, we also learned that staying on top in good weather
was always to be preferred than further down were shade and dampness
reigned even on daytime. On the second day we walked on slopes facing
the lake and Braden river for several hours, seeing several quarries of
ptarmigans, one goat across a deep impassable canyon which I
photographed, no trees nowhere up here, not even low shrub type plants,
easy going for hours. One more night under the stars and beautiful it
was. Up early the following morning to shake the cold out of our bodies
we made good time before giving us the pleasure of some food in the
belly. We made good time, it was all more or less a descending trip from
now on, took in many more of these fantastically beautiful sights all
around, reached the boat in time to be home by nightfall.
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A scouting trip with Otto, son Fred, Eric my son and I.
Destination, the
left hand side of the lake-head.
Good weather was forecast, a three day trip was our plan, it was late
July or early August. One day's hiking would bring us up, one day to
scout the top and enjoy the views and descend on the third day. This
mountain range is not quite as high as the one on the opposite side
where Gregory and were one year earlier, we had lots of heather to make
for a softer resting and sleeping area, it were also some of the warmest
summer-days and being so close to the longest day of the year always
meant long days, shorter nights, less time for the earth to cool down
when one considers 16 hrs of one against 8 hours of the other. This was
a very enjoyable trip, no gun to carry which certainly is a big
advantage, binoculars and camera and plenty of food are all the weighty
items to be taken along. We still look at the pictures made on this trip
once in a while, good memories and joy welling up in the heart. I thing
every boy and even girl should have the chance to enjoy such an outing,
kids are in their developing years and will retain such an experience a
life-time.
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Fish creek to camp twenty on land.
Much new "country" waited to be explored, at least for us, not native of
Ocean Falls. The plan was, Otto's son Fred would drop us off at
fish-creek and pick us up one day later, somewhere on the shores of camp
twenty. The route would bring us on the mountain behind and over Eddie
Seltzers camp, over and behind half-way slide in the direction of the
mountains in the hot-spring area. The first part till nearly half-way
slide, was rough and very dense with brush, slow going for hours, not
very enjoyable. As we got closer to the half-way area, the mountains
increased very much in height, we came out of the brush at these
elevations and also camped for the night around there. We always kept
the eyes open for some unusual rocks on any of these hi-county trips,
where rock is exposed to the surface, never found or saw any but just
common rock to be seen anywhere around Ocean Falls, Towards the end of
the second day the lake shore was reached, Fred was there as agreed to
take us home. It being one more trip to be added to our library called
memory.
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This my last to be written on subjects ending in 1971 and of my time in
Ocean Falls.
At the time of my transfer to Campbell River I sold our cherished Marco
Polo, the boat we loved, the boat of untold hours of good times by my
whole family. The buyer, Jan Skorupa and family of two daughters and two
sons all being in their teens, most born in OF with all their schooling
also there, bought their first boat in their life, not only the boat,
the whole works, boat, boat-house, the aux. motor my beloved seagull 40
plus, gas barrel and all. The whole family took such an interest in boat
and lake, that they also, not only took good care of the boat, it opened
a new window in their life, a window never dreamed of before. Was it
perhaps the boat and name which caused all this new found inspiration?
Ocean Falls really opened up for this family, there was more life to it
outside ball-games watching on the ball-park. Several years later Teresa
the eldest daughter and my eldest son Eric found their love to each
other for life and became a married couple. I wonder sometimes, was it
perhaps our beloved Marco Polo which rubbed some of our affection off?
What about a post mortem?
I have written some of my experiences and also feelings I was privileged
to enjoy, but we should not just let a town die without looking deeper
into the causes which lead to the eventual demise. There are smarter
people out there than I, people with more years in Ocean Falls, people
with a much better command of the English language, their native tongue
and mostly only tongue. There were people with an excellent memory like
Morley Patterson and others, many of them now parted from us, but a few
are still out there among the living. This is a wake-up call for all. Do
it before it becomes impossible. Thank you.
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In spring of 1999 l had the good fortune for a revisit to Ocean Falls.
Our children presented us with tickets and accommodation arranged and
boats reserved for ours use, they did this on the occasion of my 75th
birthday. We left Port Hardy on the B.C. Ferry, leaving about noon.
There were seven of us, Eric and wife Teresa (Skorupka), her mother and
step-father, Gregory our second son (1954), and Elisabeth my wife and I.
Our landcruiser was also along, loaded with every thing needed and much
more. The rental of a house was arranged before, for one full week for
all of us. Arrival in Ocean Falls was two hours late due some long delay
at Bella Bella, it was around 2.00 am. of May 17. Our host was waiting
at the dock and it seemed everybody living there, boat day as in former
times is an event. Since it was dark we really had no opportunity to
take in the wonderful view which always presents itself to anybody
coming the water-way. The dock area is still well lit, but the town away
from the water, being practically empty and gone to a great extent is
dark. Our host guided us to our residence for next seven days to be, by
the time all our belongings were packed up the many steps on Garden
Drive, the first day-light of a new day, our first day back after 28
years, it did not seem that long to us, but much had changed in the
meantime, as we were to witness in the next few days.
We were tired and exited at the same time, this was premium time, we did
not come to sleep and started to pack a lunch for our first days
reconnaissance. Three of us to twin-lakes and shack-bay, the others on
foot to points close by. The dam on the lower lake was supposed to have
been removed but I would say 70 % of its former height is remaining,
much alder enclosing the new, lower shoreline. Tried to fish, no bites.
Drove on, on the "new" road, constructed since my time up there, to
somewhere a bit beyond the first lake, we came to a stop, as too many
alders and larger trees obstructed the road. Walked the rest of the way
until we arrived at road's end, above and near salt-water at shack-bay.
The tide was very low, exposing a large sandy beach, with thousands of
signs, of clam-shell-fish country. No human activity far and wide. After
a good hour or two, it was time to turn back, it was a warm day, reached
Martin Valley again by late evening, this first day was a 14 hrs day, A
delicious supper waited for us and ruminating the days news over a
fortified drink and already it was late bed-time.
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Second day.
A nice day and to Link lake we go, all seven of us, two boats were
almost ready to take us out onto familiar water. Three in one boat and
four in the other and a small pet, Malti-poo (dog) in each. Our boat for
the longest time had no success in even getting one bite, trolling along
the familiar shore we knew se well. On catching up with the other boat,
we learned that they did much better at fishing, told us how the caught
them, it were Richard and Gienia who caught fish and probably Teresa
too, Eric was at the tiller, all theirs were cut still-fishing. Near
fish-creek a camp-fire was made, Wieners roasted, coffee made and a good
time by all recollecting old times. Greg and I hiked into fish-creek
valley, recently logged again, the only road we found de-activated in
the most terrible manner, practically impossible to go anywhere on it,
tried the river for fish, no luck, where had all them thousands and
thousands of fish gone?
Some more scouting around the lake at familiar sights, revealed to us
several goats, some quite close. A bit more fishing at the head and this
was the end of the second day.
Third day.
Again on the lake, a little fishing and glassing for goats revealed 23
in a relatively short time, some more reconnoitering at the recently
logged area, on the left shore at the head came to a stop, when walking
in snow nearly knee-deep, we wore rubber-boots, but the snow was soft
and every step meant a boot full of snow. and this was May 19 th. Time
to turn back, several more goats were observed, two nannies with their
kids, always an enjoyable sight. A little more fishing and we all had
our limits, guess what? It is again link-lake trout for supper.
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Fourth day.
A hike up the Martin River was our plan this day. The old sand bar can
not be seen any longer, beavers built dams and flooded the area, it is
unrecognizable today. The trail beyond is almost gone, I guess this is
due to almost no people ever using now, this applies also to the lost
lake trail, which is impassable now, even if one can find it. The second
half of the day was spent at the cemetery, where also Otto my hunting
and exploring partner of years back lies as well as Jan, Teresa's
father. Gienia and Elisabeth had been weeding the grave-sides the
previous day, also replanted them. Greg and I reading names of many we
knew and many who lived and died there before our times.
Fifth day.
Had a mill-site visit after prior arrangements made the day before. Much
has been demolished and cleared away. Several men doing prep-work for
roof-renewal. Whatever was left, much area was heated (thanks excess
water power) things looked orderly and clean and all left a good
impression on us all. The turbines in the power-house, of which two ran,
two shut down on account of no market for all the electrical potential.
All clean here and painted as it always was. No around the clock
operator, one person will do a daily check once a day. Water is spilling
continuously over the crest of the dam, every day-long, each day of the
year. Ocean Falls wants to attract a big power user, no luck so far.
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Sixth day.
Walked around town and spoke to ever we met, some kids who do not attend
any school, who do not know what to do with themselves, actually pretty
sad, what does the future hold for them? Entered the former managers
house, yes it has three or even four bathrooms, much destroyed inside,
some hippies must lived there for a time, some old mattresses on the
floor in the former parlour-room, no water, much of the plumbing smashed
and either removed or broken. A walk once more in the valley. Many
unused motor vehicles, four wheel drives, ATV old boats and generally
not impressive sight anywhere, the section across the Martin River being
better and quite good as has been at one time. Some residents there put
much work and money into their newly acquired homes, hats off to them.
Seventh and final day.
Boat to arrive around 11.00 pm and departing soon after midnight.
Happiness and sadness both enclosed us all. For us, much of it was still
intact, the beautiful outdoors we all enjoyed always, the fishing in the
lake is better than I ever remembered (well there is almost nobody
fishing that lake now)
the game on the hills are still there in full numbers for the people who
want to see and observe them. The salt-chuck they tell me produces many
fish and esp. halibut. For people who enjoyed little outdoor activity in
their time at OF, there is much sadness and little else to see, the one
remaining wood plank road, fifth street from the school up the hill is
barricaded off, being unsafe with many broken planks. The road through
the rock-cut to the ball park is ruined and the ball-park is ruined, I
guess the logging equipment did it when trucking the logs out from the
lake. A large corroding log-loader is partly beached to the ball park
from the lake. A large landing-craft type barge, made from the old steel
flume, which carried the wood blocks from the sawmill to the ground wood
mill, removed and cleverly welded into a large capacity logging
equipment carrier is also beached near by. A calm sea all the way to
Port Hardy prevailed, arriving around noon.
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Some historical facts.
In my first years at Ocean Falls, there was no road to Twin lakes what
later became known as the Twin-Lakes Rd. There was a trail established
which started right from the Martin river and followed fairly close
along the lower slope of the mountain to the lakes. It joined with a
trail which also lead to the lakes from the chuck to the lakes. The
latter one was well used, but is now as per my last visit two years ago
totally overgrown and can no longer be located. The Martin Valley
subdivision was built, starting with clearing in 1951 and construction
of the first contractor built homes in 1952. As a matter of fact, the
area and valley was referred to with "the farm valley". Some remains of
buildings from the old farm site where still there at that time. There
also was a foot bridge close to where the present bridge crosses the
Martin river and this bridge led the the trail head of the above
mentioned trail to the Twin Lakes. The sub division across was only
built a few years later. This brings me now to the question, what was it
built on, what kind of ground or foundation. The entire area where all
the homes were built, is on ground which lay undisturbed for eons,
thousands and thousands of years. The present road leading to the Twin
Lakes was constructed in the period after the initial houses were built
on the Caro Marion side of the river and prior the the time where across
the river house construction started. This road access gave especially
the Martin valley residents an extra easy accessible recreational
outlet. A new bridge across the Martin River was built prior to the
residential construction across the river and that bridge was "lost"
after my time at Ocean Falls and replaced with a Bailey type bridge
still there. Also a bridge was constructed over the water-course, where
the present Twin-lake road bridge is, it is this bridge which was washed
out and pushed into the salt-chuck with the slide around 1956 - 57.
Eddie Seltzer cleared all the debris with an Insley type steam-shovel
over a period of several days. It is this new bridge I enclosed a
picture of and at the time of my visit two years ago, said bridge was
still much the way it was when built thirty and some years ago.
Reprinted With Permission
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Photograph taken Summer of '08
Elizabeth Strebel 82 - Paul Strebel 84
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