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BEAR MEETS BOAT By Joan Palmer One stormy winter evening in the very early days of our municipality, the last ferry of the day from Vancouver to West Vancouver fought the rough seas to its berth at Hollyburn Dock. The tired passengers, anxious to get home after an exhausting day in the big city, surged forward, off the boat and onto the ramp, hurrying for a seat on the bus. Halfway up the ramp, those in front suddenly realized that a black bear, silhouetted against a gas lamp at the top of the ramp, was blocking the only exit. Like "Horatio at the Bridge", those behind called "Forward."' and those in front cried, "Backl" In the resulting confusion, the passengers, after a moment's hesitation, charged back onto the ferry, rocking the small vessel violently, emitting shrieks and shouts of alarm. The bear advanced to the foot of the ramp to view this strange event. He surveyed this tumultuous retreat in puzzled astonishment for several nx)ments as humans and bear sized up the awkward situation. Then, fortunately for all concerned, he suddenly turned tail and disappeared into the blackness of the night. And that is how one little piece of unique West Vancouver folklore originated. MEMORIES OF WEST VANCOUVER By Doreen (Todd) Hardman My mother and I arrived in West Vancouver from London, England, in March 1919, and have lived here ever since. My father was a member of the Canadian Armed Forces. We had a house built in the middle of Bellevue Avenue near 19 Street. We had to take this house down when the land was sub-divided. At that time we lived in a tent on our property nearby whilst building another home. One instance I can remember in my childhood was gathering wood at the beach so we would have enough to burn during the winter months. I had all my schooling in West Vancouver. I can remember the hard winters when our Manual Training teacher, Mr. Condon, had Bob Sleds built for us by his students to enable us to sleigh ride down Inglewood Avenue where we had many happy times. Unfortuna<tely, we had one serious accident when one sled went under a car which were few in number in those days. Our High School years were marred by the start of a Junior High School at Inglewood, grades 7 to 9. Some of the students were housed in Hollyburn School and others in the Annex to the Inglewood Junior High School. We in this building were not even allowed to use the Gym When I graduated, there were very few jobs to be had in the Depression so it meant many trips to Vancouver going in and out of offices until they got tired of seeing and eventually I was hired. I was a member of the First West Vancouver Inhalator Squad under the direction of the late Charlie Reid and the late Gordon Vance. Things have changed a lot since then. These are just a few of the things that have happened during my lifetime in West Vancouver.