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I could only eat a bite of food, mostly canned food and then go
to sleep. There was nothing for entertainment back then. The
movie theater opened lately, the bowling alley also lately even
Molly’s diner was opened the last fifteen years. Back then we only
knew work and gambling, especially in the logging camps, that
was the only entertainment available.”
He stopped. His mind recalled the time when he left his
parents and he started his adventure with the scope of discovering
who Dylan was, when he was searching for the path he
was meant to follow in his life, then he thought of his family,
especially his mother. Poor woman, what she endured; not that
his father was a bad person, he was just a crazy moustached Irish
man with red hair who had picked his wife from a magazine in
Ireland; fate brought him to Canada, to get married to Heloise
Duncan, a short Scottish woman though a very hard worker and
from a good family looking for a good husband from Europe. It
wasn’t unusual back then for a family to place an ad in a tourism
magazine hoping that someone would like to take a chance in a
new country when having a place to go, a job, and a future wife
were considered very good details. Occasionally Dylan recalled
some of these details and tears dripped down his eyes. His dad
worked in logging camps all his life. Three weeks away from
home one week with his family. That was the way they lived and
raised Dylan, the best way they could; yet the young adventurous
man had things of his own in his mind and one day he kissed
both his parents goodbye and left. Kamloops had lots of work,
in the mill, the logging camps, the oil refinery, and the trains.
And Kamloops was where Dylan stopped for a while.
“In my early days I got involved in repairing and selling
houses. I went in partnership with that drunkard Simon, and we
chipped together equal amounts of money for a down payment,
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