"Teaching jobs were hard to get in January 1920 but I was lucky and boarded the Kettle Valley train in Vancouver and headed for Rock Creek. The next morning Mr. Pitman arrived with horse and buggy and took me up the hill to the home of Mr. & Mrs. Shelly where I was to board. I thought I had come to the end of the world for the farm was up on top of a hill and could not be seen from the road. However, the Shelleys were a nice couple and the food was good if plain.

The school was on a hillside above a ravine where most of my pupils would walk to school. The building was about 14' x 24' with a porch along the front where wood was piled to be handy. Three windows on each side made it light and a large iron stove stood in the middle. Some of the desks were homemade, others regulation wood and metal. My desk had a slant top with a globe and flag folded on top. Inside was a very good selection of tiny paperback booklets. A woodshed and outhouse were slightly up hill to one side. One of the Rosch boys was to be janitor but failed to materialize so I took on the job (without pay). There was no snow.

I went back to visit in 1968. How could I have forgotten that dust? The old hotel (we called it then) was gone. I had taught Sunday School here, all of us sitting on bales of hay. The Great Northern station was gone, even the tracks had disappeared. The Customs House was still there but so shabby. The road to Cheesaw was closed. However, the lake was still there and the birds still full of song.

When I went to Myncaster, we used to have a daily train but gradually the service was discontinued until in 1931 the line was abandoned and in 1932 the track was taken up"…