Editors Note: Historical stuffs written by Oz back in the day

Herbert, Ilse, and little Oswald arrived in Halifax in December of 1954 and my mother recalls having been seasick a lot of the journey. My father seems to not have had any seasickness.

The next part of the journey was by train from Halifax to Vancouver in the middle of winter. I don't have any stories to tell about this so I assume it must have been either uneventful.

My uncle had come down to Vancouver to pick us up in his old panel truck and it was a very scary ride up through the Fraser canyon in the middle of winter to Wells B.C.

The arrival in Wells was a relief after all that travelling! My father and his brother went out and bought some groceries. My mother was happy to see the groceries and immediatly began unpacking them from the paper bags. She grabbed the bread firmly but it was fresh white bread and it squished up easily. She lost her composure and began ranting, "What is this? We travel half way around the world to this God forsaken place, and now we are supposed to eat foam rubber?"

Well she soon got over that, and soon my father was working as a "mucker" in the gold mine of the town. Being the entreupener that he is he was soon giving hair cuts to his co-workers in the evening. Both my mother and my father were not happy with his working underground so plans were made to relocate soon.

I had opportunity to see one inch cubes of fools gold and also some neat quartz crystals that my father took from the mine. The possiblity of taking a real chunk of gold was non-existant as well as immoral and illegal.

My parents lived in Wells a few years, although I have no memory of them at all, even though there are some pictures of me playing with pans from the cupboards, and me playing with the neighbours dog.

Some of the people my parents got to know in Wells include the (P.G. people) and the Beckers who now live in Tsawwassen.