I was so pleased to read your article on my uncle, Alan Blackwell. I am so proud of him. I have been fortunate to have spent time working with him and aunt Marion, whether it was tree planting, logging or going up into the mountains with them.
His sense of humour kept us on our toes.
I remember being up on the mountain when they had a group of hunters. At supper time uncle Alan slipped four hard fried eggs into the stew auntie Marion had made. When we all sat down to eat one of the younger hunters asked what was in the stew. Of course this was what uncle Alan was waiting for. He said “haven’t you ever had eye-ball stew before.” The hunter said “no.” Needless to say that hunter watched very carefully what aunt Marion and I ate then copied us. After supper everyone nearly fell off their chairs laughing when uncle Alan fished out his “eye-ball” and gave it to the young hunter.
I have many wonderful memories of him and auntie Marion. I really missed them when they moved to Burns Lake.
Burns Lake, B.C.