A. Stz’zum'l MacDonald D.F.C., MD. C..M. 
     
    
   
   
    
     We had to drive over 100 miles, before there was any place 
     
     to drop off the woman and baby. 
     
    

    
     The only time I can ever remember being really 
     
     hungry was going over the mountains. Finally I arrived in 
     
     Vancouver and, knowing my father’s address, as he had a 
     
     house on Folie River, I walked across the bridge, and after 
     
     walking several blocks I came to the street, the number 
     
     was about 600. When I went down the street, the numbers 
     
     got bigger, so I had to walk back and find the street on the 
     
     opposite side of the River. When I got to his home the door 
     
     was locked so I inquired next door. They had not seen him 
     
     for weeks, so I decided to go down to the wharf and try 
     
     to get a boat for Australia. Who did I see across the street 
     
     but my father? He was as surprised as I was. I stayed in 
     
     Vancouver with him for about three weeks, and he came 
     
     back to Prince Edward Island with me. 
     
    

    
     When one went to a Japanese restaurant the dinner 
     
     was only ten cents. There was soup, three small pieces of 
     
     bread, a potato and sausages or a patty of meat and then 
     
     an apple pie and all the tea one wanted to drink. This was 
     
     not a flop house but a restaurant. Of course, a full dinner 
     
     at White's restaurant in Charlottetown, was only 25 cents 
     
     at that time. I remembered that meal when my wife and I 
     
     were eating a supper for the 50th Anniversary of the 4th 
     
     year students at Prince of Wales College. We paid $65.00 
     
     for a meal, which was not as nourishing as the ten cent 
     
     dinner in Vancouver. 
     
    

    
     My father had spent his young life as a carpenter 
     
     in the wild and woolly west, and was presently in the 
     
     building up of Vancouver, and had spent 10 years in the 
     
     North. He did not have much fear of a drunken crowd, so 
     
     he asked me if I would like to see skid row. He said, ”Clean 
     
     out your pockets, and we will go there.” So we did - I saw 
     
     more fighting and blood than I later saw in the 
     
    
   
   
    
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