tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195201474525928009.post2650214417070777187..comments2014-08-02T21:40:33.740-07:00Comments on News, Events & Exhibits: Gone But Not ForgottenKristine Patonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05438291602078001176noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195201474525928009.post-50254767651661439852010-09-14T15:00:57.147-07:002010-09-14T15:00:57.147-07:00When I was in grade 4, a long, long time ago - I ...When I was in grade 4, a long, long time ago - I was walking along those logs when I fell. I grabbed one of the upright poles, the big ones the size of a telephone pole. I slide down and tore open the skin just about my right knee on a railroad spike sticking out of the pole. I screamed so loud that the 2 B.C. Hdro Company guys having lunch at the beach came running and "rescued" me. The drove me and my mother to the old hospital in Duncan where they sewed me up with a dozen big old stitches and gave me a bandage any football player would be proud of. The scar is still large, no plastic surgeons back then. My parents didn't sue anyone, just told me to be more careful.<br /><br />I loved that beach, walked those logs a million times. I noticed on my visit to my parents last week that the logs were gone. How sad.<br /><br />Are we that old? Is it the end of an era? They can remove the logs but they can never take away your memories. Chris Davies-ReevesAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13157024193324434679noreply@blogger.com