This completes the discussion about PG 1 of Pop’s scrapbook that was featured prior (in larger print) , in “From the Logging Camps (3)”. 1
Pop wrote that our residence in the early 1940s at Camp 2, Port Renfrew, BC, was 10 miles up the railway that began at the mouth of the San Juan River. He went on to report that the tracks extended a further 10 miles into the woods. That should give some perspective, for the Hemmingsen-Cameron railway here, was not akin to the Canadian Pacific Railway. No, our logging railway seems to have spanned 20 miles. Or so.
I bet it had trunk routes and switches. Why? Because I remember the speeder being shunted off the main track. A ride on the speeder (to a kid) was more fun than one, for a later generation, at Playland (Rye NY), except there was no need for tickets.
Here is the referenced picture of Mum, “MMH” and my big brother, John Dickson Hemmingsen.1
MMH was, of course, wearing a dress. Yep, she made it. It was probably silk, per the drape of the cloth.
She likely was sporting heels, too – sturdy ones, naturally. She was always practical, out in those woods. That is, as one can plainly see from the picture of our house, in the prior post, she had a garden to attend. Should the picture have been of modern precision, well, guaranteed it would expose not a weed.
DIGRESSION: Dickson, in John Dickson Hemmingsen, honored my grandfather, James Dickson, the miner. It has long been presumed that “John” was for Pop, John Oliver Hemmingsen. However, “Double Genealogy: the Adoption Witness” discovered that the miner’s adoptive grandfather was John Dickson (1816-1876). Who knew? We did not; John was for Pop. Let’s honor our forefather, anyway.
“From the Logging Camps” hopes to show that life can be a fantastic experience in a humble abode, deep in the woods, or anywhere else.
The post under “Writing Genealogy”, “Census & BMD: Rooms, With One, Or More, Windows”, captured the living circumstance for John Dickson in the 19th Century, in Lanarkshire, Scotland. 2 In anguish, we wished better for him as he lost window count over time. Yet, we sensed and respected his grit, for we knew his grandson, and he was the most genial, the most positive of men.
Our vantage, here, spans 1816 to 2018, to realize our family was never happier, than when we lived in the BC woods, in the home of these pages. And, by extension, in that loving home in Scotland, where only one room was windowed. Yet, that is not to minimize the hardship of our John Dickson, and his wonderful, large family, on whose account, we are us.
Back to the scrapbook! John and I had a wagon, as put before. And, apparently chickens – obviously free range, at that! We also had the finest swimming pool in town. As Pop pointed out, John’s main toys were pots and pans. Believe me, he lacks as a musician. I do not recall him sharing these concussion, er, percussion instruments. Now, as the older brother, John was constantly conspiring, but I never ever tattled. I did not. I never shared, willingly, that is, my menagerie, and definitely never, the murdered Lambsy Divey, or Blue Teddy.
What we did share in great harmony for hours on end: the Sears, Roebuck & Co Catalogue. It was every toy imaginable. And, a kid had to imagine. Cut it out. Make it work! Paper dolls with endless wardrobe. Farms, towns, houses, and implements. One could constuct anything. And when all was in shreds, a new edition would arrive.
By the time of the far left kid picture, the family had moved to Beach Camp, at the mouth of the San Juan River. We were out of the woods, yet, still in the woods, so to speak. We will leave the kids behind, now, to wrap up this page.
As Pop noted, a bald logging operation is seen in the background of some of our pictures. Notice that the title of his scrapbook is Forest Regeneration. Hemmingsen-Cameron restocked as they went. The scrapbook came after a trip with Pop, not so long ago. He was keen to show us the new forest, with tracts date-labeled back to the time of our infancy, in Port Renfrew. They hardly needed their plaques, for their girth and tallness told their stories. You shall see, should I post.
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Notes and Sources:
- John Oliver Hemmingsen (1913-2008) authored the Scrapbook “Forest Regeneration” All postings and pictures are from his family collection. Posthumously published at this blog and protected under its copyright
- All Scotland Census and BMD data were accessed at ScotlandsPeople and are © Crown copyright, National Records Scotland