Page 4 West Vancouver Historical Society June 2000 SOCIETY NEWS CURRENT AFFAIRS AND NEWS OF GENERAL INTEREST TO MEMBERS Special Events Activities By: Laureen Jones Director, Special Events Our Community Day Parade on Saturday, June 3rd, 2000, with its Theme of "Blast Off!" was such a happy occasion that we report it for those of you who were unable to be there. The weather was just right - sunny, but with a slight breeze for coolness - everyone had a great day. Our Display The Community Day gathering seems to increase every year! More children - school classes - churches - bands - banners - old antique cars - etc., etc. What a day of memories! This year our display was held in the Fabric Arts Room at the West Vancouver Seniors' Activity Cente. This room is a little smaller than the Visual Arts Room where we have shown our artifacts in past years, but with a new set-up, we were able to present some new layouts and pictures. We were very well situated however, in that the Coffee Table was right across the hall from our presentation. Our Parade We thank Byron Briton for loaning the Society his 1941 Silver Gray Packard, and are very pleased to tell you that the car was driven in the Parade for us by his daughter, Lisa Briton. Our passengers this year were Rupert Harrison and his wife Grace. Carrying the West Vancouver Historical Society's banner in front of the car were Editor Anne Vernon and Board Director Don Graham -and what a good job they made of it! The "Blast Off!" was most impresssive! and I would like to thank the Community Day helpers, visitors and all who took part We enjoyed the festivities and, of course. Thank You to Mister Weatherman!. Membership Report By: Joan Skipper Membership Chair Our Society now has 445 members who have newly joined or renewed their memberships. Many thanks to all of you. Your continued support our enables our Society to function. A Cave? In West Vancouver? By: Ian Macdonald Not many people know there is a genuine cave in West Vancouver. There is, and it is high in the rocks overlooking Marine Drive and English Bay, just above a curve in the road ominously known as Suicide Bend. I was first taken to the cave as a small boy, led there by older, venturesome friends from the beach at West Bay. We walked along Marine Drive until we came to the spot, then climbed a sloping rock-face up to the cave. The entry passage was three feet or so high and less than two feet wide; big enough for a boy to crouch and walk into or for an adult to crawl. A few feet in the cave opened up to the left and right. To the left was a front opening, looking out to the view, and a small rock ledge on which sat a good sized fir tree, miraculously drawing nourishment and life from roots which disappeared into cracks in the rock. To the right the cave narrowed to a dark rear, but overhead was a vertical opening just large enough for a small boy to climb and crawl through to daylight. The cave was a wonderful place to visit. My friends and I went there often; sometimes hiding from imagined enemies or invading forces and planning ambushes which never happened. We also contemplated water bomb attacks on cars passing below, which also never happened. The very best thing about the cave was its name. Who made it up and whether it was official in • any way, I don't know. Perhaps it was just a name kids had for it. To our young ears though, it was pure magic, both musical and mystical. We called it â€The Cave of the Whistling Windsâ€,