Historian Maureen Duffus is firing up her time-travel machine once again.
She has inserted newly-discovered photographs into a revised edition of her 1993 book Craigflower Country: A History of View Royal 1850-1950.
Two puzzling questions came to mind as I drove past the Six Mile pub and the tidal mudflats near the mouth of Millstream Creek, while thinking about MaureenB次元官网网址檚 light-hearted but carefully researched array of memoirs from an era that is closely linked with todayB次元官网网址檚 rush of invention.
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The funny thing was that they did it. They sawed some lumber and ground some flour, but they paid a high price in wasted time.
The mills were usually broken down because of a mechanical fault, or the water had dried too low to run the wheels. Commercially, they werenB次元官网网址檛 worth the trouble. They were replaced by steam-powered machines, a technology already quite far evolved in Britain.
My particular folly a century later was to soak myself too often in the false cheer of rye whiskey and beer.
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Monty Montgomery, the Victoria agent for CorbyB次元官网网址檚 Distillery, lived in View Royal. His job was to promote the sale of CorbyB次元官网网址檚 products, but he was a temperate fellow.
Therefore (as far as I can remember) he never served more than three drinks to me and my friend Alec Merriman when we visited him by his invitation, on our way home to Langford from the old Daily Colonist office.
Among AlecB次元官网网址檚 rising responsibilities, he wrote about fishing and little-known waterways on forest roads (I used to ask him what beautiful fishing place he intended to ruin next week by telling everyone about it), and I wrote a daily column focused on personal life, commonplace trivia and political bickering.
Monty diverted us from booze with non-alcoholic gifts, such as a packet of vitamins for my wife Peggy, who at the time was four months from giving birth to our oldest son, John.
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The trouble was that after visiting Monty we sometimes dropped into the Six Mile for a few beers, which meant a table full of foaming glasses urged on us by friends. On one such occasion I accidentally drove my car off the road into a field, around a stump, and back on the road again.
That dim-witted adventure wasnB次元官网网址檛 funny then, and it isnB次元官网网址檛 funny now; but I got away with it in the thin traffic.
The episode nagged at my mind for some years after I left peaceful Victoria to work in Toronto, Guelph and other wild places. It came back when I read Craigflower Country.
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B次元官网网址擥.E. Mortimore is a Langford-based writer. Think About It runs every second Wednesday in the Gazette.
