Thomas Hazle McCubbin

Elizabeth (Lizzie) Shirra Dougall McCubbin

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"Going Home" by Runrig

Hello my name is Gail nee McCubbin and I am from British Columbia, Canada.

On the following pages is a story about my grandparents from Scotland, Thomas Hazle McCubbin and Elizabeth "Lizzie" Shirra Dougall, and their lives as pioneers of Pacific (formally Nicholl), a small settlement on the Skeena River in northwest British Columbia and now a ghost town.  The story was  written by my mother, Ruth McCubbin, about her recollections and those of my father, Jack McCubbin, my aunt and various other people she contacted along with newspaper articles and books she used for specific information.   As I receive new information from people I am editing her story.   This brief history of the beginnings of Pacific, British Columbia,  was written in 1981 so many of the people mentioned in the story have since passed away.

 

Going Home

In the distance day is dawning
Comes to me the early morning
Something tells me that I’m going home

The brand new sun will shine bright
From the darkness, fields of light
Something tells me that I’m going home

Going home
Where the summer's coming in
And the moonlight on the river
Shows me where I’ve been

Softly rain's gently falling
Light ‘cross the city morning
Get the feeling that I’m going home

Out across the moorlands, past the mountains
O’er the river beside the new stream
Something tells me that I’m going home

(Chorus)

As the train's rolling nearer
Ah, the feeling just to be here,
Something tells me that I’m going home

Now the skylines reach my eyes
The ridge stands out in highland skies
I just can’t believe I’m going home

Going home

This song, Going Home by Runrig, seems to represent how my father would have felt if he and my mother had made that trip back to visit Pacific as they always talked about wanting to do.