Young Town and Little Girl

It seemed important enough to me, and the most important building, my father’s wholesale business down on Wharf Street. It was a deep warehouse with a deep smell. There was a black shield at the front with gold lettering that read: Wholesale Importers and Commission Merchants. Father’s little office was near the front door; he had a wicker armchair and sat at a table desk covered with green baize. There was a cupboard of…

I was born in Victoria, BC, in 1871. On leaving high school, I went to San Francisco as a student at the Mark Hopkins School of Art and spent three years there. I returned to Victoria and taught children’s classes and saved up for trip to Europe. I attended the Westminster School of Art in London. But after the free, wild life of the West, London wilted the very life out of…