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GHflnnY HAD H HESTflURflOT BV NORNfl IMINIOHSl HfiMIlTOH The restaurant called "The Marina" at 1415 Marine Drive was owned by my grandmother under the name of "The Pantry". She started it up in one of the two stores my grandfather built at 1415 Marine Drive in the late ‘20's or early '30's. The stores had two apartments above and we, the Minions family, lived in the front one and my grandparents lived at the back. Granny also baked pies (250), bread, scones etc, as well as serving full course meals for 350. I remember when she raised the price to 500 a meal, and what a squawk!!! As a child I used to help - kept the salt, pepper and sugar containers filled; washed the necks of the catsup bottles; folded napkins; and other little chores 1 ike that. At Christmas I picked over the fruit for cakes, was allowed to help cream the butter and brown sugar with my hands for the Christmas cakes - as long as 1 did not lick my fingers! At least Granny thought I did not! Mr. Chisholmn used to decorate them. He was a chef at the Vancouver Hotel. I peeled potatoes, and always enjoyed the new ones. I'd put put them in a bucket filled with water, and then take the broom handle and swirl them like mad -the skins would just disappear. Mr brother Ross, Mack and I would go up Hollyburn to pick blueberries for Granny. She would can them without sugar for pies in the winter (there were no deep freezers in those days). We also picked the big blackberries. When the cry of "The smelts are running!" we would go down to Ambleside, and on the menu next day would be fresh smelts. I was allowed on Sundays to help serve in the cafe at night. I'd clear the tables after customers left, and was delighted when I'd find a tip. I often wondered in later years whether Granny had not left it. After work, we would go to church. I set tables, washed dishes - and when she made meat pies, I counted out somuchmeat, so much kidney, so many vegetables, in each before she put the top on - so many fond memories. One of the nicest parts - when my brothers put on circuses or miniature golf. Granny would give us the stale currant buns to sell - for 10 each - more fun than a picnic. When I thinkabit back, I never questioned it - I did it. Even though she was so busy. Granny taught me to knit - at first on string, and when I got the knack, on wool. It was dark green wool, and I made my doll a scarf. She taught me to peel with a peeler - an apple I believe - and it took me about three days - some apple! When she got her cook stove, a wood burner. Mack and I got in the oven, and Granny closed the door and pretended she was the wicked witch. The oven was so big! My dad started up the West Vancouver Supply next door. C.J. Archer Real Estate took over when dad's business failed. Dad leased the Mather Farm and delivered milk before I was born. The farm as at 15 and Mathers. Frank Colpitts told my brother Mack just recently that the cows had to be shot - they had foot and mouth disease, something we had never heard of before, as my parents never mentioned it. I remember mom telling me she lived in a tent with wooden sides at the farm - they had just arrived in West Van from Brandon Manitoba. The year would be - let's see, my brother Ross was one year old so it would be 64 or 65 years ago [1920-21]. You will have to ask him. Mack lives in West Vancouver still, but I have moved to North Van - I used to tell my friends I'd never move to North Van as long as I lived, when we were young there was great rivalry between North Van and West Van. You'll have to ask Ross about the races he used to run. Postscript On Thursday afternoons, I minded the store while my grandmother slept. On Thursday afternoons. West Van shut down so it was really quiet. An old batchelor named Mr. Simpson used to come in for an apple pie (250) and a loaf of bread (150). I managed to wrap the bread but he always ended up helping wrap the pie. I think he came in deliberately! My grandmother finally had to sell the store - she used to get terrible nose bleeds, high blood pressure probably.