Re: Who Was Baby Rescued from Drowning in Deep Cove 44 Years Ago?, Aug. 10 community news story.
A poignant story I can relate to. In the late 1950s, when I would have been perhaps five or six years old, my mom and I were staying at the old Wigwam Inn at the far north end of Indian Arm.
My mom was an accomplished pianist and was playing for the guests in the lobby. I was poking around down on the boat dock, with no life jacket. Like the kid in the story, I was looking down into the water and tripped over the board at the edge, falling into the water.
I had taken a few swimming lessons at the YMCA on Burrard Street, so knew just enough to kick with my feet. But my head was submerged. I can still remember the eerie green light ... never have wanted to become a scuba diver!
Fortunately for me, there was an adult down the dock; he came over and pulled me out, presenting the dripping me to my mom up at the lodge. I’m sure he was thanked; had there been no one else on the dock that day I wouldn’t be writing this.
Closing the circle – when my dad Alex passed away in early 2003, at his request, we scattered his ashes in the waters off Wigwam Inn. He had loved powerboating, fishing and water skiing up there.
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