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Dad tried to start a lumber business in the early 20's "Ambleside Lumber Ctxnpany" but there was not enough building at that time to make it pay. Soon after he bought East End Lumber and Supply Co. at Clark Drive and Hastings and made it prosper until his retirement. I started my educational life at Hollybum School, one of the three schools active at that time. Dundarave School at 27th, and Pauline Johnson School at 22nd were the other two. A number of Indians lived in the area of the present Ambleside Park and attended school with us. Miss Gertrude Lawson and Miss Ethel Millard are well-remembered and much-loved teachers of that day. Every few years the school board would try to hold High School Classes at Hollybum and some of us v/ould be sent to Pauline Johnson to make room. It was a long walk from 11th and Mathers to 22nd and Inglewood but we didn't seem to mind, except the days our toes were nearly frozen on the way. I remember picking salmon-berries and blueberries and watching for bears. Nearly every day in summer we would see at least one bear and were very careful v;hen it was a mother bear with cubs. The cubs would climb a tree nearby and v;e would circle widely the way home. When this effort would fail the students were sent to Queen Mary School in North Vancouver until the next time of experiment. Inglewood High School was built in 1927 and I was proud to be one the earliest students. I have never forgotten the year Dad had a bathroom installed in our home. What a thrill to climb right into the tub! And the luxury of being indoors for toilet privileges, instead of dashing out into the cold. In 1925 we had electricity and could read far into the night. We went to Sunday School at West Vancouver United Church and the Sunday School picnics are well remembered, \7hat excitement to board the P.G.E. and ride the train to Horseshoe Bay for the day! The Pacific Great Eastern Railway had opened in 1914 and ran from North Vancouver to Whitecliffe. It closed in 1928, much to our disappointment, though it was said to be the greatest money loser in B.C. History. This railroad was inactive until 1956 when construction was continued to meet existing tracks at Squamish. This is now BC Rail. A favourite hike in the tv/enties was along Mathers Avenue, v;ood planked at that time too, past the old mill sites, through the cemetery, and on to the tracks of the Capilano Lumber Company. We would sometimes hitch a ride on a moving load and ride up the river for a few miles. It was especially thrilling going over a high trestle at one point. We never dared go all the way to the thriving logging camp 16 miles upriver. Another faster ride v;as to climb on a shingle bolt and ride do\^n the flume at the edge of the Capilano, until this structure finally rotted away and the danger was too great even for our daring. We lived at the beaches all summer long, taking our lunch and supper with us as we alternated between Ambleside, Hollybum and Dundarave, Sandy Cove too. We would straggle home at dark, water-logged but happy, walking all the way of course as we had no bus fare for the only transportation on Marine to West Bay. We camped once for a week at Copper Cove, five of us children alone. No one came near us. Dad delivered us and picked us up a week later. You wouldn't think of letting ten or eleven-year-olds do that nowadays. I know distance lends a special enchantment to memories but I still feel that we were very privileged to spend our childhood in V7est Vancouver's childhood. High School days and the immediate changes in West Vancouver after the Lion's Gate Bridge was built were fascinating to watch and have a part in, but the earliest days claim my tenderest thoughts and feelings. West Vancouver is still an outstanding place in \diich to live, a place of excellence indeed.