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Tom learned tailoring from his father and worked at his
trade in London, England and then had a shop in It was hard to imagine the courage and spirit of adventure that led this thirty-two year old man to leave his family in Ayr and venture into the wilds of British Columbia. The trip across the Atlantic took about two weeks, with crowded sleeping quarters showing the effectiveness of the Canadian Immigration campaign and the strong desire of the British middle and lower classes to attempt to better their living conditions. The train across Canada was probably even less comfortable than the ship with nothing in the way of sleeping accommodation or food provided. From Vancouver the journey would be by steamship to Prince Rupert which was about three thousand people. Tom and another Scotsman, Alex Finnie, batched together. They used to catch fish in the harbor and buy a loaf of bread to feed themselves as neither one had employment for a while. Alex Finnie stayed in Prince Rupert working as a bookkeeper until he retired and was a much respected citizen. Tom finally got work in Kitselas working for Jack Patterson in his general store there. Jack Patterson was Postmaster of Kitselas from 1907 to 1916, so Tom probably got his first experience of handling mail at this time. In 1909 Kitselas was the largest community between Port Essington and Hazelton and was the port of call for all the Skeena River boats. The railroad was being pushed through from Prince Rupert to Winnipeg and the large crews of railway construction workers swelled the population. There were three large tunnels which had to be blasted out of the canyon rock walls, a massive undertaking. After about a year in Kitselas, Jack Patterson offered Tom the management of his store at Nicholl which was about eighteen miles east of Kitselas. His salary was seventy-five dollars a month, a high one for those days. A few years later he bought the store.
Their daughter Beth writes, "They set off by river boat for Nicholl. Mum told me she had on her light grey wedding suit (hobble skirt). They had to portage around the canyon and a fire burned through the trail leaving black logs to climb over. By the time Mum arrived at her new home, her skirt was black to her knees and in tatters. Wiggs O’Neill in Whitewater of the Skeena says, "They had the option of walking over a wagon road or staying with the ship. Believe it or not, every man walked and the two ladies (a Mrs. Martin and Miss Sawl) elected to stay with the ship. They sat on top of the pilot house with their legs dangling over the side, cheering all the way through the Canyon." Such was the caliber of our pioneer women. At first Lizzie and Tom lived in a one-roomed house and then moved into living quarters attached to the store and gradually enlarged them. Their first child was a son, John "Jack" Carmichael (named after the friends in Prince Rupert) born April 7, 1913 in Prince Rupert General Hospital. Lizzie stayed with the Carmichaels until she was well enough to return to Nicholl. Beth writes that when her mother was pregnant, she was so sick, and Mary Anderson brought her some fresh orange juice which was the first thing she had kept down for days. Jack still has a letter written by
Thomas W.S. Parsons of the Provincial Police and William Noonan,
Norma, their first daughter was born in a nursing home in Terrace run by a Mrs. Donald on September 26, 1915. She was called Norma after her mother’s youngest sister and Dougall which was her mother’s maiden name. Their second daughter, Beth, was born in Terrace on
January 26, 1917, at a farm owned by Mrs. Landfairs and Mrs. French.
She was a breech birth and a very difficult delivery. The doctor gave her up for
dead, but the ladies put her alternately into warm and cold water and she
finally cried. The
The children spent holidays at this farm in Terrace, and Jack remembers the lovely crisp lettuce they grew. He also tells how he mischievously squirted milk from the cow at his sisters. When Jack was four and a half, he bumped into his mother carrying a pot of hot tea, and the pot broke sending the hot liquid over his shoulder and chest. His father got excited and pulled his sweater over his head, and took all the skin off. He went to Terrace Hospital for treatment and it was several months before it healed. He still bears the scars today.
Anyone who had never visited Pacific would imagine it was a
primitive place with very little entertainment. This was
There were also berries to pick in summer, long hikes in the
woods and up the mountain at the back of Pacific to a lake. And fishing in the
Skeena had to be seen to be believed. They caught so many that it was quite a
The adults played cards frequently in the evenings. The men always enjoyed a game of pool at Nels’ pool hall and games of poker too. There was a good community hall built by Nels Thompson
and very enjoyable dances were held there. People came I remember many evenings around the piano or organ in the McCubbin home, having a good singsong with Lizzie playing and Tom accompanying us with his flute.
Another problem the ladies had was ordering clothes by mail from Eaton’s catalogue. They would go down to the station all dressed up in their newest mail order dresses, to see a train full of Indian women heading for a cannery in identical dresses.
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