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-8- Bob lost all his belongings, including the D.S.C. pinned on him by the King. I asked him if he were ever scared in any of these adventures. “You don’t have time to get scared,” he replied. “There’s too much to do.” “Oh, gosh, I was as nervous as a kitten.” He laughed. But the King has a wonderful personality. He chats with you and soon puts you at your ease.” - West Vancouver News, November 27", 1940 Cy Peck and Bob Timbrell returned from the war. Kay Simpson Guinness, in a letter she wrote about the November 05 newsletter, expresses the grief of the families of the boys who did not. “It gives me much pain to read the long list of names of those West Van boys who lost their lives in World War II. There were so many! I knew a goodly number of them. My mother was completely devastated over the loss of her son Bert. One cannot describe the heartbreak of such a loss. I visited Johnnny Fiddes’s mother and could not find words to console her in her grief. Tommy Robson met his wife, an Edmonton girl, through our family. She was top-notch and they made a wonderful pair. Never did I see a friend so grief stricken as was Norma when Tommy was lost eight days before the end of the war. Those boys were so patriotic, gave so much, but had so much more to give.” Kay goes on to reminisce; “It’s true I landed in Grade VII in Mr. Kirk’s class at Pauline Johnson School, having come from Edmonton. I was eleven years old, hadn’t staited to grow, and so was very short. There was but one desk for this newcomer, but no chair to accompany it. So one was provided, but ofter naughty boys would put the chair in the hall. I was so new, shy and scai'ed, and would stand there throughout the lesson, not move, so Mr, Kirk was unaware of the lack of my chair. Nobody did notice me at all until one lovely day the baseball team from Hollybum School came to challenge our school team. I had played lots of baseball and basketball in Edmonton; I was merely watching the game about to start, when it was discovered a fielder was missing from our team. I offered to fill in and caught five flies. After that I was Tn’and always had a chair to accompany my desk.” Thanks to Kay Simpson Guinness for this item ! Extract from “Daze Gone By” - Growing Up In West Vancouver - Byron Briton The Dundarave shopping area. Marine Drive 24*'’ to 25“’, was much different than it is now. The road was just as wide but no gai’dens in the middle. There were two paved lanes in the centre and two gravel lanes on the sides of the road. The sidewalks in front of the stores were board walks that us kids used to get under to look for lost coins, etc. Occasionally we could find enough to buy ourselves a 5-cent double-header ice cream cone at Robinson’s Grocery. Bob Robinson was a bachelor, living in the back of the store with his elderly father. Bob really liked children. He would often give candy to children, even if they did not have enough money. His ice-cream cones were legendary, as he would keep piling on the scoops until the whole thing threatened to fall over. Yes, all this for five cents. He obviously didn’t make any money on ice-cream, but everybody loved him. During the summer, all of us kids used to practically live at Dundarave Pier The Municipality would set up four floating docks (rafts) to form a swimming pool. On one end of the pool was a one-meti‘e diving board and on the other end was the fearsome THREE METRE board (only for the brave). A chain of logs was also set up to protect the sandy beach area from heavy waves and debris. Most of us learned to swim in the frigid waters of Dundarave. The very thought of it makes me shiver; maybe kids are Hypothermia proof.