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Page 4 P A T 0 M A R - G. Wilson The "shipwrights*', left to right: Jack Stratton, Jim Edington, Doris and Fred Stainsby and Jim Holt, 1932 If I'd known in the beginning that is was bad luck to rename a boat, himself would have been spared a lot of wheedling from my direction - but I didn't and he wasn't. Whenever the 'My Time' was mentioned, I heard *My' in block letters and underlined. Himself, however, remained unmoved by my objections . She'd come to us as the *My Time* and she left the same way and for all I know, she's still the 'My Time* - that is, if the new owner knows anything about that bad luck business. We berthed her at the Thunderbird Marina in a slot second from the end of one of the fingers that nudges the West Van Yacht Club. So many vessels are moored there today that one could just about sprint across the entire cove on the boat decks. It wasn't always that way, of course. In the early thirties, only a handful of boats called Fisherman's home port. One of them was the PATOMAR. The PATOMAR was owned by Dr. Fred Stainsby. She'd been built in the back yard at 1944 Marine Drive by Fred and a few of his 'shipwright' friends. (Years later, the Stainsby residence would become Red Cross House and later still demolished to make way for the new library.) On June 21st, 1932, the PATOMAR was ready for launching and Tearoe & Sons towed her to Ambleside Beach for the big event. Described as a 32* bridge decked cruiser, she was powered by a 6 cylinder Buick engine and had a sleeping capacity of 4 berths and 2 slings. For the next two years, the PATOMAR, named after the Stainsbys* daughter, Patricia, and son, Martin, cruised the bays and inlets of local waters and, undoubtedly, would have continued to do so for years to come had not Dr. Stainsby suddenly died one November night in '34. The family gave up the house on Marine and moved away and the PATOMAR was sold.