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Historical Society's Annual Croquet Tournament |
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Written by Louis Peterson
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Friday, 01 August 2008 |
On Saturday July 26, 2008, the Lions Bay Historical Society together with invited guests met on the Cox's well-manicured lawn for the Ninth Annual Croquet Tournament. Fortified with a glass or two of "Vin de Croquet", the gathering assembled at the starting stake. Master of Ceremonies Tony Cox called "Let the Games Begin", whereupon President Myron Loutet explained the Rules of Play in a manner designed to confuse the novices and ensure their demise from the contest.
In true and customary gentlemanly fashion, the Master allowed the Ladies to play first. Tensions mounted. Silence fell, apart from the gentle chatter of Harvey Brook. The perfume of roses filled the air as skillful mallets moved the coloured balls with great accuracy from hoop to hoop. Player Page, whose hat transfixed the entire group, soon took the lead, and although hotly pursued by the pack, Anne's blue ball was the first to strike the final stake. To cheers from the crowd, Player Page was declared Winner of the Ladies Contest.
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Last Updated ( Monday, 11 August 2008 )
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“Looking Back” - The Cottage |
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Written by Trudi Luethy
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Monday, 26 May 2008 |
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Written by Pam Fedoruk (Virginia Whitelaw’s daughter)
My parents, Jack and Ginny Whitelaw, wanted a cottage that they could
access easily from Vancouver and make use of on weekends and in the
summer. Our friends, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Humphreys had a cottage at
Lions Bay and that is how we initially became familiar with the place.
At that time, Lions Bay was fundamentally the marina and a row of
cottages. In 1965, we bought a lot and had a Lindal house constructed
on it. The materials were brought in on a barge. Dad always said that
the builders were so happy there, he thought he would never get the
place finished. Our first pictures of the house show it surrounded by
dirt and rocks but that soon changed.
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Last Updated ( Tuesday, 03 June 2008 )
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Written by Trudi Luethy
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Monday, 12 May 2008 |
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July 27, 1996 promised to be a hot day. I was one of 21 hikers
adjusting straps and other gear. Tucked away in my backpack was the
Lions Bay flag, ready for its maiden trek to the Lions.
I felt a certain kinship and honour as I picked up the flag at Victor
and Mary’s house the night before. Victor Miles was the winner of the
flag contest the year before. As he handed me the flag I could feel his
hands squeezing mine. He smiled and said, “I wish I could come with you
tomorrow, but my legs just wouldn’t hold up to the grueling hike any
more. One must be happy and content with memories when you get to my
age!”
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Last Updated ( Tuesday, 13 May 2008 )
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The Destruction of the Ansell Monolith |
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Written by Louis Peterson
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Monday, 05 May 2008 |
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Some years ago, a traveler on the Sea-to-Sky might have noticed the Ansell Monolith, my name for a huge boulder resting close to the highway, the size of a modest home. It was brought there by the irresistible power of an ancient glacier, becoming a secret book of what was to follow in the millenia ahead. Let us try to unravel in our imaginations what the pages of that book had to tell.
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 22 May 2008 )
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Written by Myron Loutet
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Tuesday, 15 April 2008 |
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The summer of 1932 was our introduction to Brunswick Beach. That year we had a
month at Elliott’s house, now Mardie Johnson’s. The following year we
built our shack along the beach, which we still enjoy.
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Last Updated ( Monday, 21 April 2008 )
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