The Life and Times of Dahn Batchelor

My father returned to Canada in the early spring of 1944 and took a train across Canada, and when his train stopped at Quesnel, a mere twenty-six miles from Wells, he changed his mind and got on a train heading south toward Vancouver, with the intention of returning to Toronto, where he previously lived. By a strange coincidence, my aunt who was living in Wells and had been heading south on the same train saw my father get off the train in Squamish. She convinced him to go to Wells. She told him that his family was anxiously waiting for him. He...