Dave H
Well-Known Member
Well, I'm now an orphan, as my Dad passed away 10 days ago at Sechelt, where he had resided the past 50 years.
Here's a link to his obit, posted today.
http://www.inmemoriam.ca/view-announcement-481111-donald-bruce-hadden.html
He was one of those old-timers you see scootering around Sechelt these days and he always claimed he had the fastest scooter in town.
Going thru his house with my sisters allowed me to learn quite a bit about him that I wasn't very hip about before, given I left home at age 16 and didn't really ever live with him after that. His obit covers some of that.
Perhaps the funniest thing we uncovered was all his accounting records from 1965 and 1966 when he owned and operated Hadden's Home Service, where the Petrocan sits today at the bottom of the hill entering Sechelt.
He kept his own books and in his ledger of accounts my sister noted my name. It was on July 5th, 1965, and was for $23.83.
I was in Comm School at HMCS Naden (then) and had bought a 1954 Oldsmobile with a 324 V-8 in it that ran rough.
I talked to Dad and he'd told me to nurse it over to Sechelt when I could.
So, on the July 1st long weekend I went to Sechelt and after the day Saturday we put my car in the shop and removed the heads to do a valve grind.
Sunday we finished up and buttoned it all back together, filled it with oil and some gas and went for a test drive.
It ran great and I remember grabbing Dad and hugging him whilst thanking him profusely.
He said it should be good to go now, and it was.
So away I went.
He never ever asked for any money or anything and I simply presumed it was Dad helping son.
But there I was, on his list of accounts.
After perusing it for a few minutes my sister put it down and picked up the next piece of paper.
It was typewritten and headed: Bad Debts Written Off..1965
And there was my name, owing $13.83 for gasket kit + parts and $10.00 for gas and oil, $23.83 all together.
I never knew until a few days ago, but my own Dad wrote me off as a "bad debt" some 50 years ago. LOL
He was very thorough.
Anyway, R.I.P. Dad, you had a helluva life and I'll always be proud to be your son.
Take care.
Here's a link to his obit, posted today.
http://www.inmemoriam.ca/view-announcement-481111-donald-bruce-hadden.html
He was one of those old-timers you see scootering around Sechelt these days and he always claimed he had the fastest scooter in town.
Going thru his house with my sisters allowed me to learn quite a bit about him that I wasn't very hip about before, given I left home at age 16 and didn't really ever live with him after that. His obit covers some of that.
Perhaps the funniest thing we uncovered was all his accounting records from 1965 and 1966 when he owned and operated Hadden's Home Service, where the Petrocan sits today at the bottom of the hill entering Sechelt.
He kept his own books and in his ledger of accounts my sister noted my name. It was on July 5th, 1965, and was for $23.83.
I was in Comm School at HMCS Naden (then) and had bought a 1954 Oldsmobile with a 324 V-8 in it that ran rough.
I talked to Dad and he'd told me to nurse it over to Sechelt when I could.
So, on the July 1st long weekend I went to Sechelt and after the day Saturday we put my car in the shop and removed the heads to do a valve grind.
Sunday we finished up and buttoned it all back together, filled it with oil and some gas and went for a test drive.
It ran great and I remember grabbing Dad and hugging him whilst thanking him profusely.
He said it should be good to go now, and it was.
So away I went.
He never ever asked for any money or anything and I simply presumed it was Dad helping son.
But there I was, on his list of accounts.
After perusing it for a few minutes my sister put it down and picked up the next piece of paper.
It was typewritten and headed: Bad Debts Written Off..1965
And there was my name, owing $13.83 for gasket kit + parts and $10.00 for gas and oil, $23.83 all together.
I never knew until a few days ago, but my own Dad wrote me off as a "bad debt" some 50 years ago. LOL
He was very thorough.
Anyway, R.I.P. Dad, you had a helluva life and I'll always be proud to be your son.
Take care.
