I’m in my hometown for a family funeral. After driving 7 1/2 hours to get here, I took a brisk walk over the hill in the middle of town and a bit further north to see the two houses I lived in as a child. The ‘featured photo’ in this post (also at the bottom) is of the four-plex I lived in until the age of eleven. The photo above shows the pulp mill from the top of 17th Avenue looking west.
The next two show the city from part way up Conway Street reading from left-the mill again- but a wider angle
to right (below.) The parking lot in the foreground belongs to the hotel. The church on the far right, St. Paul’s United, was beautifully converted to an arts centre and performance space several years ago.