In the summer of 1960 my mother and father, sisters Carole and Lynda visited Port Essington. They were taken there by my dad’s uncle Bart...

The photographs in this account feature the second Essington Public School which was constructed about 1904 and was in operation until...

My father Robert Vick and his first boat. ca. 1924 Kids and the water.........the perfect combination! My Uncle Tony Vick, later of...

My very first conscious memory in life occurred in 1943 when I was 2 1/2 years old. To this day it still has a dreamlike quality about...

The photograph of Inverness Cannery is a Vick Family picture. My mother coloured our copy with oil paints (often done years ago). Howard...

My mother and father in 1940 on the bow of the Anna S. The Anna S. Courtesy of Ross Holkestad The seine boat was owned by my father’s...

When I was six years old we moved to New Westminster. There for the first time I met two of my cousins, boys of about my age. They seemed...

Recent immigrants once they are established in their new country and have the financial means often have the desire to return to the ‘Old...

“Nothing besides remains. Round the decay The decay of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far...

When I introduced these stories I stated that they were not just intended as an homage to my mother and father but also as a tribute to...

Winter, with snow covering the ground, was the special quiet time of year. The salmon season was long over and the gillnet boats were no...

I was nearing five years of age when World War II ended. My recollections of that historic event are thus scattered and very few in...

Upon the outbreak of World War II a naval lookout station was constructed on East Kinahan Island, just west of the entrance to Prince...

Returning from Kinahan Island sister Carole and I did not fully realize that this meant that we would be soon moving to New Westminster....

In 1947 I began school in New Westminster and for the longest time never uttered a word of my earlier life on the Skeena River. Looking...

For a few summers after we moved to New Westminster my father would return north to continue his craft as a net man for the salmon...

Each day a magical transformation of Chick-A-Dee By The Sea took place with the incoming tide. From being a scene of rock, shoreline...

· From time to time I would go gill netting with my dad, usually on night sets. I enjoyed pumping the boat out. After a couple of strokes...

Kitson sland at the mouth of the Skeena River was our picnic area. We would reach the island aboard Inverness Cannery gill netters. Most...

One of the special outings that sister Carole and I enjoyed was going with our mother to the Inverness company store for groceries. Once...