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Page 5 YOUR NAME, RANK AND SERIAL NUMBER. ....well, not quite but certainly name, address and year of arrival in West Vancouver. That's the bare bones of what we asked for in the May and November '92 newsletters. Barbara (Hadwin) Johnson has supplied us with that information (as you will see when you read on) and much more. The "more" has gone into the Archives where researchers will catch a glimpse electricity, no milk delivery and no indoor plumbing. of the no days - no "I arrived in West Vancouver in the spring of 1918 with my parents, Janet and Fred Hadwin and my older brother Tom. I was four years old. My father and a friend, Duncan MacDonald, bought a property in the 1100 block between Mathers and Lawson and divided it between them. While the land was being cleared of its huge trees, our family found shelter in a large old house on the SE comer of 11th and Inglewood, where St. Christopher's Church now stands. Across 11th, on a large acreage, lived a Mr. Milne and his sister who had retired here. On the other side of Inglewood from the Milne's were the Brundretts. Inglewood Avenue was a street of planks at that time, extending from the mill at 17th to 11th Street, then continuing to a second mill along Mathers at Taylor Way. There was a wooden sidewalk down 11th Street, from Mathers to Inglewood. In 1919, a small house at 1045 Mathers, adjacent to the family acreage became available and my parents bought it and moved in." Editor's Note; Some of you have already supplied us with family histories â€" the Reid "boys", Andrew, Robert and James come to mind and there are others. I would like to make it clear that information from every decade is sought and is of equal value and importance. So, maybe you didn't get here until the sixties or seventies? We still want that "name, rank and serial number." Surely, we can do better than six replies! A PERSONAL TRIBUTE by Georgie Wilson Most of what I've learned about Len Omiston, I read in his obituary . Except for his wife, Eleanor, I didn't know his family. I didn't know his colleagues at the Municipal Hall where he worked for many, many years as Treasurer Collector. Neither did I know his neighbours in Coquitlam. I didn't know that his roots were in Winnipeg or that he had served in the R.C.A.F. during World War II. I met Len in 1985 soon after becoming Treasurer of the Historical Society. Len breezed in one day to see how things were going and discovered that, though eager, the new Treasurer really wasn't on the right track and from then on, until I got the hang of things, Len was as near as my telephone. He taught me everything I know about simple bookkeeping and he did it with infinite patience and good humour. For years, he voluntarily audited the Society's books until illness finally forced him to step aside and even then, he did so with an apology. When Len Ormiston passed away on February 12th, on his 71st birthday, what I did know was that I had lost a friend.