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Hollyburn Vignettes - 1 By the Late Jackie M. Baker “It comes to mind” the first time I was introduced to hiking. I could swim a mile and could play three sets of tennis, when I was sixteen back in 1941, but I never knew how exhausting, uncomfortable and perspiring from weak legs, hiking could be! My cousin took me up to West Lake on Hollyburn Ridge and I vowed never to go hiking again. However a couple of years later, four young ladies, myself included, rented Mrs. Munday’s cabin on Grouse Mountain. It was located just below the Chalet, on the lower side of the road, completely open to the elements. No trees and no shelter at all. There were doors at each end, which were frozen, and would not close properly. As a result the wind and cold seeped in, reminding us of the blizzards in the prairies or up in the North. Some nights we put the mattresses on top of ourselves just to keep warm. The hike up to the cabin was unspeakable! On Friday’s we took our pack sacks and hiking clothes to work. I worked at the Forest Service, drafting, and the others were at various jobs in the Marine Building in Vancouver. After work we took the North Vancouver ferry across Burrard Inlet and then the street car to the top of Lonsdale Avenue, then we hiked! The first part was steep, with switch backs right up to the village, which was the “social center” of Grouse Mountain in those days, with cabins and lodges. We hiked through these and about another half an hour to the Munday cabin. The folks in the village thought we were unsociable as we didn’t hike back down again for the parties and dances, so we didn’t make many friends that winter. However we had some good skiing if I remember correctly. The next winter we were fortunate to rent a cabin on Hollyburn Mountain. Art Jewell, who was away in the Air Force, had a little cabin called the “Two Deuces”, down the “back trail” from the ski camp. We changed the name to “The Vile Inn” and proceeded to have a hilarious time with all the other cabin occupiers at the parties, dances, work parties, blueberry picking and so on. One night we heard a noise on the porch and looked out of the top window. Lo! and behold, there was a bear, right on the porch. In a flash we moved the couch, table and gramophone in front of the door. The next morning it took us half an hour to move the stuff back to where it was before. Every week-end thereafter, without fail, found us up “the hill”. It was our whole life. All week we Page 2 Cont’d. next column) would be planning what to take up, who to have for dinner and what needed fixing. I think it was good for us to have this kind of experience, but never thought of it in quite this way, it was just FUN! To be continued! Early days of The West Vancouver Police Police Chief Charles Hailstone joined the West Vancouver Police Department December 5*^, 1929, as a Constable and progressed to Chief of the West Vancouver Police Department. Chief Hailstone retired in June 1956. The following is Part One of excerpts taken from an interview held by Rupert A. Harrison with Chief Hailstone in 1980. Rupert: You were a member of the West Vancouver Police Force in the 30’s, weren’t you? Chief: Actually, it was December 5*^, 1929, when Mr. Bell, the old Police Secretary, came down and told me that I had been taken on. Rupert: That was Harry Bell? Chief: Yes, Harry Bell. They were living on Marine Drive at the corner of 11*^. Rupert: Were you born in Britain? Chief: Yes, in London. My father was a Scotland Yard Chief Inspector, and when he retired, we went into the country, to a place called Saffron-Waldon, near Cambridge, where his older brother was the Superintendent of the Essex Constabulary, so I went to Saffron-Waldon Grammar School. There was a local Veterinarian, a Mr. Hall, and I spent the summer with him as a sort of pupil. There was some thought that I might go to the Veterinary College in London, but the War was on at it’s worst, so when the summer holidays were over he, through his Scotland Yard friends, got me a job as a temporary clerk at the Admiralty in Whitehall. I was there for some few months living with an Aunt and Uncle who lived in London. I was pretty husky then and I was beginning to get “why don’t you join the Army” from the kids. So I walked across Whitehall to the recruiting station at what they call New Scotland Yard and joined the Navy for hostilities, only. When the War was over, if you could produce a letter from a prospective employer you could be discharged. I had an uncle who was interested in an exporting and importing company in Nigeria. I got in touch with him and he got me a job with this firm. I went to Nigeria for 18 months and I was given 3 months leave in England. My second trip to Nigeria lasted only 14 months as I contracted Malaria very badly and the doctor told me the best (Cont’d. page three)