........Comment by Bill Moore ...The forest around us |
A cookhouse
Christmas |
....Snow began to fall lightly as the
cook roused himself from his bunk. He reached for a box of matches and
lit the coal oil lamp by his bed. Stretching and yawning he pulled on
his white pants. And dressed. It was cold. The kitchen fire must have
gone out in the night. |
with a cup and saucer on top. For every eight
men there was a center setup of salt and pepper and sugar etc. |
his
November statement for a minute while waiting for the coffee to boil. ....November 1936: ....Hospital dues ..........................1.00 ....Commissary............................. .95 ....Jones Tax at 1 per cent ...........1.34 ....W.C.B. at a cent ....a working day........................... .30 ....30 days board ....at $1.30 per day ...................39.00 ....19 days wages ....at $4.30 per day ....+ 11 days wages ....at $4.75 per day .................133.95 ....Amount owing ......................91.36 ....Not bad for a full month’s work considering the times. And just to think that on a 31 day month Dave could make an extra $4.75! His wages had really shot up this year, for he started 1936 at $4.30 a day and the boss had come through with an added 45 cents a day in November. ....Soon the cookhouse lunch table was surrounded by loggers making up their sandwiches for their lunch pails. Food prices were starting to go up. Cloverleaf canned Pink Salmon was now up to nine cents a lb. And Nabob coffee was 20 cents a lb. And look at the T-bone steaks at 23 cents a pound. Who could afford them but the rich? ....Vic and Fred, the two chokermen, quietly made up their lunches. They had both come over from Sweden seven years ago and had taken to the logging camps. They were now damn good loggers. If they stayed with this outfit, in a few years they just might get a chaser’s or rigging slinger’s job. ....It was seven o’clock and Art the flunky rang the triangular bell outside the cookhouse. Vic sat down to eat his breakfast and thought of his choker-man’s statement for last June. |
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....Hospital
................................1.00 ....Commissary ..........................1.90 ....Jones tax................................. .96 ....W.C.B.................................... .27 ....Board at $1.15 ....................34.50 ....27 days worked ....at #3.50 per day ..................94.50 ....Amount owing .....................55.88 ....Well, it wasn’t much, but then they had raised the board this year by 15 cents a day. And then in October he had bought a new pair of Paris caulk boots for $13.50. It took him four days to pay for those damn boots. Damn the high prices these days. ....Peg Leg Murphy, they called the timekeeper. He didn’t have a peg leg, it was just stiff from an old operation. Murphy didn’t smile much – who would when they had to sit down on the bunk each morning and pull on those caulk boots. Besides woods scaling six hand fallers, he had to run the Fairbanks Morse water pumps for the two stream donkeys. Then when he was finished that, he always spent a few hours in the afternoon helping out on the boom. He’d get to his office before the men came in at night to check their times and serve them their commissary. ....As Murphy poured syrup on his hotcakes
he thought of his salary last month. Eighty five dollars a month and
free board. With deductions for s couple of tins of Copenhagen snuff
and the damned dollar that everyone had to contribute to the local hospital
that hardly anyone here used, he cleared $81.40 in November. ....Stan, the hand faller, finished his breakfast, picked up his lunch pail and walked out of the cookhouse. He and his two falling partners had put in a pretty good month in November. Old Peg Leg Murphy had scaled them for over 600,000 board feet of timber felled and bucked. And at 65 cents a |
thousand each, one of the
fallers had cleared nearly $85. Of course since they had only come to
camp on the first of November they had to pay their fare on the Union
Steamship from Vancouver to Port Hardy of $8 for second class in the glory
hole of the Cardena.
....Stan had wondered whether or not
to come out falling as he had been tempted to go to Spain with the Inter-national
Brigade and fight for the Spanish Republicans against Franco. A thousand
Canadians would go over in what was to be the testing ground for Europe’s
new weapons. Stan was just as glad he did not go but he, like many,
felt strongly about the issue. .................Tax
problems Landon last month – made him look like an idiot. And he’s
put the boys to work down there with that W.P.A. ‘Course the Yanks
don’t get much money for their work – but it keeps them
in tobacco and grub. And they’re building roads and bridges and
all kinds of things – smart guy, that F.D.R.” |
eum. Admission was 25 cents
before one o’clock. The Beacon had a vaudeville show and two feature
films for 20 cents before one o’clock. Edward Arnold was starring
in “John Meades Woman” and Ralph Bellamy was in “Final
Hour.” Well he’d be down there in a month or so at the old
Castle to take on a few beers and see a few shows. ....Art the flunkey sat looking out the window near Dave. He was dreaming of baseball – his only love at 19. Art read everything he could about the game. He sure wished he could have seen his idol, ‘ole Dizzy Dean win one of those 24 games this year for the Cardinals. Boy, some day he’d save his money and go down there to St. Louis and see ‘ole Diz. Highest paid pitcher in baseball that year – yes sir, ‘ole Diz got $25,005 in salary that year – five bucks more than ‘ole Lefty Gomez of the Yankees. ....Art was Dave’s helper. He washed the dishes, served the tables, peeled the spuds, cleaned up and took abuse from most of the loggers because he was the youngest in the 25-man camp. Art cleared $$43.66 in November for working 29 days. He was sick one day. His rate was the lowest in camp at $$2.75 a day and, of course, he had to pay his board. Then there was that damn Jones tax – or Working Tax as they called it, that took one percent of his pay. Eighty cents in November. What the heck did the government do with all that money they collected from guys like him! ....Dave sipped his coffee, looked out the window at the snow falling and was glad he was a cook today. He’d have to get busy now and make some pies and bread and get the turkey fixed up for the Christmas dinner for the loggers. ....“Come on kid – forget about that baseball and get your ass out there to the kitchen and start washing them dishes. You gotta earn that two-six-bits if you’re going to stay around here.” ....The above people, rates of pay and events are true. This is what it was really like in December of 1936 on a little float camp in an inlet on the B.C. coast The owner of the camp was getting $7.50 a thousand board feet for booms of logs delivered to the mill. The times have changed – but the forest around us has really not. Have a Merry 1977 Christmas and – . .........................Keep out of the bight, ..........................................Bill Moore |
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