From The Logging Camps (5)


This continues the scrapbook Dad made for me about Port Renfrew, BC entitled “Forest Regeneration”.  (ca 1939-1940). 1


     Earlier posts described our family life in this remote spot on Vancouver Island as was topical on Dad’s pages one and two.

This is from page 2 and begins the discussion of  camp operations and equipment. That said, the pictures of the bunkhouses and logging truck, below, are re-posts, for completeness. Maquinna has also been spoken to, as well, the tugboat Fairbanks.


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Dad subtitled Page 3 “Some logging scenes – Woods and Beach – 1939-1940s. “It will be delivered in snippets.

Hemmingsen-Cameron Company Ltd. was co-owned with my grandfather, Matt Hemmingsen (1876-1967). Inkling as to the previous and next owners can be seen through link under the Shay locomotive.   

HptRpg3acopyrightMarileeWeinforJohnHemmingsen2018emmingsen Creek was named for Grandad. Still a boy in 1887,  he left Hattfjelldal, a town in  Nordland County, Norway, for  Mason, Bayfield County, Wisconsin. 2

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He was called from WI to BC about 1906,  to break a historic log jam, and the rest is history.

The snaps below are large and ungainly on site, but only so, can detail be appreciated. So strange to show black and white, for it is Port Renfrew, where green is a scent. A scent with a soft touch of  moss or a sharp needle of fir.  It is where creek melds to river that runs out to sea. Where the noise of the forest can be interpreted as quiet and that quiet is consumed by the sea.

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Commentary: Specifications for the Shay can be found at

They indicate for a “3-PC-13 Pacific Coast class of Shays that Lima built towards the end of logging loco era and that both Shays (there is another, below)  went to Hemmingsen-Cameron Co. 1 October 1936.”After that, logging trucks like that featured in thumbnail above,  were the way forward. 

Note: the lettering on the Shay over Hemmingsen Creek continued to read “Cathels & Sorenson”. It was unlikely to be stolen and Grandad was humble.

Convergence:  Fuel capacity is noted at 5 tons of coal. 4 Grandad James Dickson (1882-1869) would have been busy at the same time, assuring that the coal was resourced safely, as Chief Inspector for Mines, for BC. 

May we challenge the younger generation to ponder how 5 tons of coal and 3000 gallons of water were boarded. 4


Look closely above the tree line, second next.

Hemmingsen Family Collection © 2018
Hemmingsen Family Collection © 2018

It is not clear what part Uncle Bill’s axe played in felling that tree. It may have just been for clearing the path that day.  He and the crew were reviewing operations  and taking pictures. With an excellent camera, it seems.ptRpg3ccopyrightMarileeWeinforJohnHemmingsen2018 One can only imagine the energy expenditure of the loggers, and understand, that even a day just walking through the dense forest would be difficult for most people. Must be the reason for the meat house, which will follow in another post. Matt, and his sons, John and Bill were enormously strong. They did the work. (William Buchanan Hemmingsen (1915-1985)

Nicholas C  Rossis reminds me to yell  TIMBER!!!!! Well, but the tree was already down! Not considered funny when deep in the woods.

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Hemmingsen Family Collection © 2018

Note: The dark loco above,  lettered HC Co Ltd, for Hemmingsen-Cameron is at the log dump.  According to Richard Henderson “Those white poles that appear to be a trestle under the Shay are actually pilings in the water and in part, help manage the logs after they are dumped into the water. The A-frame object in front of the locomotive is actually a log unloader and is powered by the small steam donkey (skidder) mentioned. The ones used to drag logs via sky-lines were larger and at the loading point, where logs were put onto the train cars; this photo is the unloading point.” 3

Dad noted that in the wet season, the rivers became torrents.  He went on recount that my big brother John was swept into the rushing swollen San Juan and that my mother saved him.  Logging was a dangerous profession, as well, were its environs. Grandad had lost his younger brother, Harry, to a logging accident, at 14, in Wisconsin. Harold Hemmingson 1878-1892 Est. 5,6 (Family is Hemmingson in US; Hemmingsen, Canada.

We shall await the next installment of “Forest Regeneration”, on the calm waters shown above.

Copyright notice: All scrapbook items including notes and pictures are © copyright Hemmingsen Family Collection 2018. They may not be reproduced without written permission.

Notes and Sources

1 John Oliver Hemmingsen (1913-2008) authored this scrapbook. All postings and pictures are © 2018 The Hemmingsen Family Collection. Posthumously published at this blog under its copyright,

2 The National Archives of Norway, the Digital Archives Trondheim politikammer (1) Emigrantprotokoll V 23.07-25.04, 1880-1882//SAT/A-1887/1/32/L005 for Hemmingsen, Ole p.205/239 in 1882 (2) Emigrantprotokoll VII 03.07-22.03, 1885-1888// SAT/A-1887/1/32/L007 (2i) for Mathis., Berit with Einer, Marie and Harrold in 1886 p.78/190 (2ii) for Olsen Henrietta and Mathias in 1887 p.177/190

NOTE: Einer, Marie and Harrold were erroneously booked under their mother’s (Berit) surname of Mathis; their surname of record, was Ols. That is, Olsen for sons of Ole or Olsdatter for his girls.

3 Email conversations with Rick Henderson of June-July 2018.

4 Information at

5 Norway: Statsarkivet/Trondheim. County: Nordland, Hemnes Parish Register 1876

6 Family history support Harold Hemmingson’s year of death about 1892. It was authored by John Oliver Hemmingsen 1999.

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9 thoughts on “From The Logging Camps (5)

  1. Interesting.I know your shade of green, good writing! We have it today after horribly hot weather. The trees and fauna are today saying AHHHHH! Intestinally we have a book your Dad made for us, think it has different pictures and slightly different stories. I will get your big bro John to dig it out.

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  2. Your words,”where green is a scent. A scent with a soft touch of moss or a sharp needle of fir. It is where creek melds to river that runs out to sea. Where the noise of the forest can be interpreted as quiet and that quiet is consumed by the sea.” bring me sense of peace and calm. I don’t even need to close my eyes to feel the Pacific Northwest. Thank you!

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