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ApriH996 WEST VANCOUVER HISTORICAL SOCIETY Pages AND THIS IS THE WAY IT WAS A Walk in Dundarave in 1942 I’m off to shop this morning with my two babies crowded into the stroller. A shelf under the stroller will hold the results of my expedition. It is a pleasant morning as we walk down 25th Street from Nelson Ave, our cat Tuffy paddling behind us. When we get to Marine Drive Tuffy waits in the bushes. She will accompany us back up the hill when we are ready. Across Marine Drive where Caper’s is now located, is Mr. Ker’s Drug Store. We make a quick stop for some aspirin. Mr. Ker is a gruff-voiced Scot who frightens me a little. I still suspect the twinkle in his eyes. Mrs Freeman’s shop is next door. Her small, crowded grocery holds everything we need for every day food use. Mrs Freeman greets us warmly and produces the special treat from under the counter that she has in store for the children. Today it is three bananas, a rare treat in these wartime days of shortages of exotic foods. We have almost forgotten how good bananas taste. After a good chat we are ready to proceed to our butcher’s, to Mr. Leitners. I hope he will not be too busy. He is cleaning off his big scales when he realizes we are coming in. “How much has she gained today. Barb?” he inquires as I put my baby up on the meat counter and undress her for weighing. “Twelve pounds! You have a giant there!” he teases me. The Capilano River Revisited By: Barbara Johnson, Contributions Editor He is such a jolly-faced butcher. He wins the friendship of my children immediately, and a great deal of teasing and tickling ensues with lots of giggles. The Murray brothers, plumbers who occupy the basement premises, come in and make a big fuss over my babies. My husband Hal, a salesman for Crane Limited, knows the Murrays well and they have a real interest his children. Dressed again we walk along Marine Drive almost to 24th Street. Here, I^dy Aim Shop is our next port of call. Mrs Busst advertises that she has “Pyrex, Kitchen wai:es. Notion, School Supplies, Glassware, Paint, Brushes, Stovepipes” and much more. Mrs Busst’s son Alfred makes toys for sale and just last Christmas we bought a blue wooden bus for our two-year-old which he loves dearly. I buy a renmant of material to make my son a plaid shirt, and some 'outing frannel’ to make diapers and nighties for the new baby I will soon have. Skip and Penny have worn the present diapers very thin. Our buggy is beginning to overflow with purchases. We pass Mr. Percy Masterman’s Real Estate office, then cross Marine Drive to the north side, pass the garage on the comer,then Dundarave Hall, formerly Conservative Hall, built in 1913. This building was used for exhibitions, badminton, dances and meetings of all kinds; Dundarave school operated here in the 1920’s. Continued on Page 7 - See A Wttlk in Dundarave By: Barbara Johnson, Contributions Editor WARING History-onics^ plays a small part in a Park Enhancement Project In our May 1985 issue, accompanying an article I wrote on the Capilano, we published a poem. The River, by West Vancouver poet Jean Gowland. Our newsletter is circulated routinely through West Vancouver municipal offices and this poem caught the attention of Parks employee Dave Hutch who was then working on a park enhancement project on the west bank of the Capilano River. As part of the project a large block of local granite was to be placed at the side of the trail on Village Walk #3, about 50 paces south of the Marine Drive bridge behind Westroyal Towers. The flat face of rock seemed so appropriate for engraving a few words that Dave put this forward as a proposal, submitting this poem along with several others. He obtained approval for the engraving and the last four lines of Jean Gowland’s The River were chosen. With the author’s permission Dave had J.B. Newall Memorials Ltd. inscribe Jean’s words most tastefrilly on the huge granite rock. We are proud that Jean Gowland’s woik was chosen for this site and also that our Society had a small part in the history of the Capilano. We hope you will forgive us for reprinting the entire poem to mark the occasion. Jean Gowland is a member of the West Vancouver Senior Centre Writing Group and surprisingly is otherwise unpublished. The River Sprung from dark rockface Pure, cold and free, Polish the pebbles River-to-be. Here where the fish spawn. Gravels in shallows. Calm before rushing Free-fallen narrows. White foaming crestings. Boulders deterring, Joy in the failing. Life in the daring. Green trees and mosses Shade-dampened ferns Meadowland eddies And sun-dappled bournes. Dammed-up and stalling Power in a pause. The full-bodied journey Forced to a halt. Strength in your weeping Tears that come seeping, Down the old canyons Back to the sea. By: Jean Gowland