In the early 60’s I gave a ride to a school chum. Told him I was going to University and was looking for part time work. He told me his dad owned a foundry and was looking for workers. I applied and got the job. It was Byrd Foundry on 4th ave, just west of Main. An Aluminum Foundry it was surprisingly very modern (I was later to find out that most if not all Foundries in Vancouver were right out of the 19 century) It had as much automation as you could put in such a place with hoists and facilities that made the worksite clean and fresh.
There was definitely some resentment among a few of the workers. The fact that I was a friend of the owner’s son and had some privileges that weren’t common but on the whole I was accepted and learned about how to work. (Even if I wasn’t)
After the owner died the shop decided to go union which didn’t work and the place was sold. I wouldn’t have been able to keep my job there as the guys who spearheaded the union were the same who resented me. I did find work in another foundry. An Iron foundry down on Fraser street. 19th century, I’ll tell you about it another time.
Through the Juan De fuca Strait, then up the Strait of Georgia. Finally we spotted the Lion’s Gate Bridge. Almost home. Apparently the Port Moody dock was crowded so the captain elected to dock in the Burrard Inlet. The docks were at the foot of Main street (Skid Road). I’m not sure if they’re still there.
Ron and I joined a few of the crew in the beer parlour that was at the bottom of Main Street and usually frequented by the various ocean sailing crews and guys who worked the tugboats as well as anyone who happened to work in the area.
The city hadn’t changed but we had. I think we had kind of grown up. We were no longer kids.We had no problem ordering and drinking beer although we were 17 and 18. (the minimum age was 21)
Except of course Midge. She wasn’t into loyalty much and told me that she’d taken up with a neighbour.
We stayed great friends for the rest of her life. She was Dick Dunne’s girlfriend for a while. I introduced her to my new girlfriend, Jo, and they hit it off. (Enough for the two of them to travel to England). I chased Jo, married her , then bought an old car and toured Europe with them (another story).
Many years later I tried to contact her and learned she’d committed suicide.
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So…Weather-beaten we sighted the BC coast. Our days were now filled with repairing the damage the storm had done. Lots of broken railings in our quarters. Dishes needed replacing. Cookware needed fixing.
Remember how I told you that we had to get into clean clothes every time we went for a meal? We got pretty good at that. One lunch were sitting waiting for grub when ‘slop, slop’ one of the engine room young boys came into the eating room. He’d forgotten to change! Every step he had made from the engine room to the restaurant was marked with a black greasy footprint! Needless to say, the bosun was apoplectic. The poor kid was made to go back to his room, change his clothes, then take a bucket of warm water, a brush, and a rag and clean up every step he’d made before he could eat.
We had to go down into the forecastle hawser rooms and fix whatever damage the storm had done. Not too bad. The holes in the hull for the ropes had been sealed up before we left Japan. Not perfectly! There was about 6 inches of water on the floor and we took mops and cleaned it out. We also had to make the hawsers ready for docking. This didn’t take long as we’d done that in the last port.(listen to me, talking like a sailor)
We were now heading along the Vancouver Island coast. Tomorrow we would dock and the trip would be over! Not yet, though, The 2nd mate came into the commons room with a handful of papers. He was renewing the jobs of crewmen. Not you, he pointed at me. I said, for the first and only time ever, “You can’t fire me, I’ve quit!”. -to be continued…
A semi-practical use for my 10,000 historical photos
