Comments on: The history of the Burrard Street Bridge in Vancouver, British Columbia https://beautifulbritishcolumbia.net/2024/10/14/the-history-of-the-burrard-street-bridge-in-vancouver-british-columbia/ Beautiful British Columbia.net Tue, 04 Nov 2025 07:49:31 +0000 hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 By: Thanasis https://beautifulbritishcolumbia.net/2024/10/14/the-history-of-the-burrard-street-bridge-in-vancouver-british-columbia/#comment-1655 Sun, 17 Aug 2025 06:58:20 +0000 https://beautifulbritishcolumbia.net/?p=2419#comment-1655 In reply to June Boudreau.

Thank you so much for sharing these memories on this Burrard Street Bridge post. Your firsthand details—living between the Burrard Street Bridge and the Kitsilano Trestle in 1947–50, fetching water at the streetcar repair shelter, the Salvation Army visits at Christmas, crabbing at night among deadheads, the “Sawdust Pile,” and Red Ducharme’s place—bring the post-war years on the foreshore vividly to life. I’m grateful you took the time to write, and I’m glad the photos helped bring those years back.

]]> By: June Boudreau https://beautifulbritishcolumbia.net/2024/10/14/the-history-of-the-burrard-street-bridge-in-vancouver-british-columbia/#comment-1266 Sun, 24 Nov 2024 21:32:28 +0000 https://beautifulbritishcolumbia.net/?p=2419#comment-1266 Looking at all these wonderful pictures brings a lot a memories back to mind. I lived in the “Squatters” area between Burrard St Bridge and Kitsilano Trestle 1947/8/9/50. We even occupied Red Ducharme’s black home for a short time before my sister was born – April 21, 1949 and my mother was the one who displayed his women’s lingerie wherever she could. Shortly after Apr 21 we moved over to a house between the bridges on the other side of Burrard St Bridge. There was no running water, we had to go to the streetcar (repair Shelter)? with gallon jugs in hand – there was no central heating – no electricity. The Salvation Army would come at Christmas with food, gifts and toys. I believe we were about 5 kids in all and 2 babies. The men (and us) did a lot of illegal fishing crabs, etc there were a number of dead-heads in the water which made it an (interesting) night. All us kids went to Henry Hudson School which wasn’t very far away. Sometimes, we didn’t eat, so dug into the catch of last night. Our parking spot was across the RR tracks to an area we called the “Sawdust Pile”> At the moment I can’t think of anymore (being 83) to write. Thank You for the space and a chance to tell what it was like in Post-war years.

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