Tracking Down the Past: Making Ice Cream (Denmark & Vancouver)
In 2018 Al & I headed to Denmark and Sweden with the idea of meeting up with my aunts and uncles and cousins, and also to track down some of […]
Category Archives: Experiencing History
That Old House, Chemainus 1952-59
Editor/Daughter’s Note: In my Dad’s journals of his memories he talks about moving with Mom into their not-so dream home in Chemainus. That Old House. If the T.V. program ‘This […]
Nightime on the Green Chain, Port Alberni 1951
Editor/Daughter’s Note: In my Dad’s journals of his memories he last wrote about getting married in Vancouver to my mom. When I was laid off after the summer season at […]
The Cedar Mill at False Creek in Vancouver, 1950
Note from Editor/Daughter: This story, from my dad’s journal of memories, is about a job he had at a cedar mill in False Creek, Vancouver. Working on the greenchain. […]
Tracking Down Places from the Past: The Cottage
When I was in Denmark and Sweden I went off with my cousins to try and track down some the places mentioned in my dad’s stories of his life. In Nordenbro […]
The Hotel Vancouver, 1950
Note from Editor/Daughter: This story, from my dad’s journal of memories, is about a job he had at the Hotel Vancouver in 1950. When I left the cedar mill, I […]
Working at Arctic Ice Cream in Vancouver, 1951
Editor/Daughter’s Note: From my dad’s journal of memories, this story from Vancouver in 1951. I met a young Dane named Poul and we moved into a rooming house on Thurlow […]
Tracking Down Places from the Past: The Wharf at Siø
The island’s wharf was a 600-foot-long stone dyke with pilings at the end and a deck over them creating a circular platform wide enough to turn around a horse drawn […]
My Dad’s Stories: A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
Langeland where I was born has been described by romantic women as the ‘Rose in the Sea’. Editor/Daughter’s Note: When my dad was in his 80s he wrote up his memories […]
11 Dead in Oaxaca (Mexico)
Guadalajara, 2006. There’s a protest in the Zocalo. ‘LA PAX DE FOX’ reads one sign, the dove’s wings degrading into knives and bayonets, dripping blood. PAX is ‘peace‘, FOX is […]
