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 it. We lived in a float house (1940 - 47) along the tracks between Inverness Cannery and Port Edward. One night I was dreaming that the net loft was burning down when suddenly my mother woke me up. She got me dressed up and we started walking up the tracks towards the cannery. In the distance we could see a fiery glow in the sky. We arrived at the cannery to witness the net loft being consumed in flames. I’ve never forgotten that moment.

The rebuilt net loft. This picture was taken in 1964.


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