We went home to Houston for Christmas. I guess Mom and Dad moved there and Dad worked at the sawmill. It’s about 80 miles west of Lejac toward Prince Rupert....somewhere.
Me and my two brothers and two sisters all took the Greyhound bus to Houston before Xmas. And Barry Duncan who is in Intermediate dorm with us also took the bus except he was travelling to Terrace which is way past Houston....somewhere.
There were ten of us kids in my family. All of us attended residential school at Lejac. All the older ones all graduated by 1968 and either moved on to the College at Prince George or got married. Sharon was the oldest one still at Lejac with us. I think she was 14. Then me, then Richard who would have been about 11, Terrance 9 and Arlene (the baby in our family) was about 8.
Houston is not that big. And the first thing that happened over Christmas is Dad’s sawmill burned down. Mom and Dad lived in a small house next to the sawmill which is over the railroad tracks on the other side of town. And we all woke up one night and Mom and Dad were standing in the kitchen looking out the window. We all got up when we heard all the fuss then all stood at our kitchen window with Mom and Dad watching Dad’s sawmill burn down.
We have a small church here....at Houston. And our Priest his name is Father Hedrick and he has a graspy voice. We also went to the Hotel one day downtown. Loretta, our older sister, visited us from Vancouver and Andy came in from Prince George. We all walked into town, all us kids, and sat in the café one afternoon drinking pop and listening to ‘Crimson and Clover’ by Tommy James and the Shondells. Then one night our oldest sister, Mrytle, stopped by with her husband Ted of Burns Lake and her baby, Gail.
I guess nothing really happen over Xmas at Houston....1968.
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