From the logging camps (6)

"Port Renfrew - 50 Years Later" completes the scrapbook made for me, by my father, John Oliver Hemmingsen. He called it "Forest Regeneration".1 Previous posts covered much of the book. This part accounts for a trip Dad made to the area with Uncle Bob, and my older brother John,  in 1990.  For some time by … Continue reading From the logging camps (6)

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 … Continue reading From The Logging Camps (5)

From the logging camps (4)

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 … Continue reading From the logging camps (4)

Maquinna: Calling on the Way Stops of Life

The intention here, was to present a particular picture of Princess Maquinna.  After all, she had been referenced in the prior three posts, on this part of the blog. This was her time; present her, then to move on, to the next page of Pop’s scrapbook. Scrapbook? Well, she was scrapped and is now scrapbooked … Continue reading Maquinna: Calling on the Way Stops of Life

From the logging camps (3)

It is just too hard to leave Port Renfrew, so, you’ll not hear of life in  Corner Book, NL, or the BC environs of Victoria, Port Alberni, Great Central Lake, or Nanaimo, just yet. OK, maybe even after mentions of Lake Cowichan, Chemainus,  and the Malahat, too. And, if my dear cuz Barb has her … Continue reading From the logging camps (3)

From the logging camps (2)

PORT RENFREW: the LAMBSY DIVEY MURDER We are not finished with Port Renfrew. You see, Mum created my indoor pets. The best were giraffe, little Lambsy Divey, and Blue Teddy. I had loved them, my whole life long, and, at the time of the event, which is about to unfold, with a four-year old’s passion. … Continue reading From the logging camps (2)

From the logging camps (1)

I am granddaughter of a coal miner and a logger. The miner made his way to British Columbia (BC) from Scotland; the logger, from Norway, through Wisconsin. PORT RENFREW: EARTHQUAKE and TSUNAMI 1940s I was just a little girl, with a pet deer, growing up in a logging camp at Port Renfrew, BC. We were  … Continue reading From the logging camps (1)