Ken Kristjanson, Winnipeg, MB
As I brought my bride of 64 years her Mother’s Day breakfast in bed, my thoughts moved back in time to my own mother. I was born May 8, 1936. In August of that same year, we were on the freighter the Roddy S. for the first of many nine-hour boat trips to our home for the winter at Albert’s Point on Humbuck Bay. My father and his brother Hannes had seized an opportunity to buy a run-down fishing station there from a man known as Footless Cope.
This was the height (or depth?) of the Depression and every opportunity to feed your family was seized upon. Footless Cope, whose real name was Cubby Jacobson, owned the fishing station at Albert’s Point and had a 99-year lease with a $2 annual fee. It consisted of an icehouse, bunkhouse, and a magnificent log cabin. The log cabin had been constructed by two experienced “axe men” from Sweden. They felled and peeled 25-foot white spruce logs and first built the kitchen. They then added another 20-foot log cabin for the family and, to complete the job, they added a third bedroom/office.