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The Forest Grove Years 1945 -1956

                                                                        e arrived in Forest Grove in Sep-
                                                                        tember of 1945 when I was only
                                                                        two years old but given a birthday
                                                           W ctober, I was for all practical
                                                                        in O
                                                           purposes three. The memories I have of the
                                                           early years are hazy. These memories need to
                                                           be seen in the context of two time frames. The
                                                           first being before the loss of the Forest Grove
                                                           Store to fire in 1951. There was then an inter-
                                                           lude of approximately 2 1/2 years when we
                                                           lived in Medicine Hat. The second period be-
                                                           gins in 1953 when we returned to Forest
                                                           Grove. I cannot always make a clear distinc-
                                                           tion between the two periods of time when we
                                                           lived permanently in Forest Grove. There is,
                                                           however, an extensive photographic collection
                                                           and these pictures are of great assistance to
                                                           my failing memory.
                                                           This story must begin in West Vancouver or
                                                           more specifically in the West Bay area of that
                                                           municipality. One of the more important as-
                                                           pects of our West Vancouver home had been
                                                           its location next door to another young couple,
                                                           Bob and Madelene Parkin. I mentioned them in
                                                           my chapter on the West Vancouver years, but
                                                           they deserve further comment. Bob was a
                                                           great outdoors man, and it was not long be-
                                                           fore he and my father were taking hunting
                                                           trips into the interior of the province using
                                                           gasoline which had been hoarded in a drum
                                                           buried in Bob’s back yard. It was during one of
                                                           these trips that the two men decided that after
                                                           the war and they were released from war in-
                                                           dustry they would form a partnership and pur-
                                                           chase a rural property in the Cariboo. I have
                                                           no idea what my mother (or my maternal
                                                           grandmother) must have thought about this
                                                           idea, as I was much too young to be privy to
                                                           any of the discussion.

                The White and Parkin Families ca. 1945     By any standards it was likely to be quite an
                                                           adventure. The only person with real experi-
                 ence in farming and livestock was my father. My mother was a talented musician with a
                 licentiateship in music from the University of Toronto as well as an Arts Degree from
                 UBC – not to mention a diploma in Social Work. Madelene was a city girl who had left
                 school on graduation and worked for the Hudson Bay Company retail outlet in down-
                 town Vancouver. Bob Parkin, however, was a man of many talents. He could turn his
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