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My second (and last) three Martini Lunch

Glenn and Rick set up a booth at the Bayshore Inn. I forget the reason for the conference but important people from all over the country attended. Focus actually made a lot of sales during the week long event and we were soon shipping big prints to many spots in western Canada.

Another Startup design.

I got a call from an Edmonton construction firm saying they were interested in some murals and would be sending a representative to Vancouver. About a week later a young  guy in suit and tie appeared at the office. (Everybody wore ties back then) He was actually my age or even a little younger. Anyway I took him to lunch in a fancy restaurant on Georgia street. You guessed it. I ordered Martinis.

“There is something about a Martini,
A tingle remarkably pleasant;
A yellow, a mellow Martini;
I wish I had one at present.
There is something about a Martini,
Ere the dining and dancing begin,
And to tell you the truth,
It is not the vermouth–
I think that perhaps it’s the gin. ”

In those days the standard practice in advertising agencies and architectural  firms was to do all important work before a two hour lunch. Most offices were useless in the afternoon. Not Focus though so this taking a client to lunch was new to me. We had nibbles and another Martini while we got down to business. He told me that his firm was building a ten story Medical building in Edmonton and they wanted to put a mural on every floor. And the size? Huge. Twenty feet wide by about eight feet high! He was satisfied with our work so I gave him some prices and he agreed. We celebrated with another Martini and called it a day. (Had to, as we both were getting a little drunk).

He went back to Alberta and we got to work. Fortunately the large office space downstairs became available and Glen and a couple of workers transformed it into a huge darkroom. The Edmonton firm supplied the negatives and the downstairs room was big enough that we could project them on the full sized wall.  Glenn and a helper did the work while myself and Rick handled the usual Focus work. As they did each mural they had to put it in a light tight box, bring it upstairs where they could develop it.

Downstairs mural making room.

All ten murals were done and we sent them off to Alberta. I advised the clients that mounting them would be tricky. Would they like our experienced wallpaper hangers to handle the job? No thanks, we have plenty of wallpaper hangers in town. OK, I sent them a very detailed description of the process needed to mount them.

A few weeks later I got a stressful call from them. The murals were tearing themselves apart. I thought impossible! They said that they’d followed my instructions and wanted to know ‘what the hell’! Turns out the murals were mounted on light steel panels which which began to distort as the murals dried. There’s a lot of strength in murals that size and the steel just couldn’t handle it. They told me they were going to sue!Luckily nothing came of it as we weren’t  responsible for the mounting. Also we were lucky that we didn’t send our ‘experts’ as I’m not sure they would have recognized the danger of mounting on steel.

Production

Large prints mounted on board.

 A firm wanted a wall size mural for their conference room. I took the 5×7 camera to the beach and shot a picture of downtown Vancouver. Mounting large murals took some expertise. Each section overlapped slightly. So the print was mounted with overlap and then cut to fit. A tricky process as the paper tended to shrink as it dried. We used a special wallpaper paste that  wouldn’t allow shrinkage.

Hiding the seams.

These two got pretty good at it and we hired them whenever we were responsible for mounting.

Shingle Spit Resort

So, this is  my sojourn into photography in the 1960’s. The highlighted texts are links. Just click on them to find out where I’m taking you. If you want to make a comment or see the comments just click on the title.

Dick and I stayed at The Shingle Spit Resort in the campground. Every night you could find us in the Teredo Room with Jack Parnell as host.

Proud fisherman, Dick Dunne. 1970

Cain didn’t know what to make of it.

Jack took a liking to my dog, Cain (John McLachlan met him ‘love at first sight’). As far as I know he was the only dog allowed in to sit by the fire as we drank our beer. Jack had a mongrel female that he thought might give him a basket of pups with Cain’s assistance. He asked me if it was alright for Cain to offer this service and I said “as long as Cain agrees it’s ok with me”. Trouble is his wife definitely did not want any pups so Jack was going to have to do it on the sly. So, one night, after the pub closed and everyone except Dick, Jack and I had gone home we sat outside near the gas pumps with the two dogs. (yes there were two places on Hornby you could get gas. And, yes, the pub and restaurant were open year round 6 days a week)

Trouble was, although she was in heat and really ready she was a tad too tall for Cain. And my dog was kind of new at this game and needed help. So Jack got the dogs in the proper position and reached under Cain to help him find the right place. Within seconds Jack backed away with his hand dripping and Cain losing interest. Much, much laughter.

View from the tent

Jack wasn’t about to give up. We made arrangements for the next night. He said we didn’t need to be there as long as Cain was in the campsite and ready to go. Sometime in the middle of the night Jack came by and picked up my dog. Dick and I were too tired to bother getting up so missed out on the events. Jack told us the next day that he had dug a hole for his girl’s back legs and tried to get the action going again.  Amidst the laughter he explained that he thought the operation had worked and he was looking forward to a bowl full of pups. Unfortunately it didn’t.

Ted and Sandy Wadland at Jack Parnell’s wake,/1990

Hornby

At last I was going to get a look at that island everybody was talking about.

 

Dick Dunne asked me to come and help him start a house on Hornby. A developer had subdivided the acreage above the Spit. (I think it was Bob Philips that engineered this) Dick’s land was waterfront. Boh Helliwell owns it now. Eventually Hal, Glenn, and Joane would buy and build on these lots.

Clearing the land. Tricky because of the slope.

We stayed at the Shingle Spit Resort campsite.

Marcus Isbister digs a well.

Dick and Con Wyndham already had a house close to the Spit. George and Nancy McLachlan built this A-frame many years before. I asked George why he had bought the lot just uphill from his house. He told me it was because he didn’t want anybody building and staring into his life. Relatives are different, right John?