I hope this is of some interest to you regarding our cabin's history. We think that there is an extraordinary coincidence in the events related hereafter.

 

My best guess is that the event occurred in the late 1960s.  At that time I was doing  some  horseback prosecuting on assignments from Bob Simson of the Attorney  General's Office to prosecute in Sechelt. At one of the trials there was a very nice older lady court reporter. Some months later our family was seated in a booth in a small cafe in Sechelt having lunch. Seated behind us was the court reporter and a slightly older gentleman who turned out to be her husband. Every time I was about to bite into my burger she would  ask a question of where we were going and what have you.  I explained that we were on our way to Buccaneer Bay.

 

She told us that her husband had lived in Buccaneer Bay a long time ago and had not seen it since.  The husband began to fill in the gaps by saying that in the winter of 1929, in the depths of the depression, his mother, brother and he were completely broke and so stayed in a small cabin in the Bay near the gap at the end of the beach but could give no further identification.  We were able to persuade them to come directly to the Bay and with a favorable tide we beached in front of our cabin. The gentleman walked directly to our cabin and was near to tears when we caught up with him. He eventually told us that he had split the shakes for the siding, and particularly recalls splitting the long cedar eris- cross slats that are still in place in the ceiling in our living room and are our pride and joy. Further, he said they lived off the land, so to speak, and one of his favorite things to do was jig for cod the night before, filet them and hang them on nails on the wall near the  stove to ripen, as he called it.  He, in fact, looked for those nails  and wondered why they had been taken out. He said that on one occasion sacks of onions floated into the Bay which was a welcome bounty.

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After an hour or so I heard Joe Simson's jeep starting up (now John and Carol Simson's) and I suggested he might want to speak with the driver. He came out the front door and greeted Joe Simson with Hello young Joe. They had a very fond greeting and Joe took him to the farm. Later after many more stories, we eventually took them back to the mainland.

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(It is believed that the gentleman was Walter Starrett)