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Leslie WaleriusMarch 26, 2019
I am the daughter of Harold Harrison Hartford (he was known as Hal) who passed away in August 2010. My father worked for Captain Harry Terry of Northland Navigation Co. (Manager). As this was many years ago, I recall that there were 3 or 4 partners in the Northlander Motor Lodge: Captain Harry Terry, my father, Mr. Good and maybe Naomi (can’t remember her last name). As my father has passed away, and I was a child at the time, I don’t recall the details and I could be completely wrong on the ownership part. Perhaps Captain Harry Terry’s son may recall. For more information please look at the article: Andres Wines Repatriates a bit of B.C. History by Jenny Yu – 2005-08-03 by Stockwatch Business Reporter. As a youngster, I recall that my father went to Ottawa to negotiate the building of this lodge in a National Park. When it was built, my brother Howard and I rode the train to Glacier Station and skied using the tow ropes as there was lots of snow (my dad wanted the lodge to be the next Banff, but regulations prevented that). It was fun swimming in the heated pool in the winter. My father would arrange swim challenges – I think one of the challenges was with the RCMP Revelstoke vs the Forestry Team across the Highway. On one occasion we got to take the special snow tractor up to the weather station – you could see for miles. Another trip was on the train through the tunnel. When I graduated from high school, I spent a summer in housekeeping and my brother was in the cafeteria (on cash). My father hired high school students in the summer from the local area, Okanagan and Slocan as well as from North Vancouver where I grew up. We had lots of fun and loads of stories to tell – from hiking, camping and hitch-hiking into Revelstoke to happenings in and about the lodge. My dad and my stepmother Gloria lived at the pass year round and shared many seasonal stories with us – many included visitors/guests, employees to wildlife (bears, even grizzlies). It was like living in a tiny village where everyone knew one another and watched out for each other. I’m not sure if this is the information you were looking for, but it was fun to share. Best Regards, Leslie Walerius
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