My earliest memories of the bookstore are of building forts of empty boxes with my brother David in the basement of the old store - underneath the purple bottle glass of the sidewalk; and helping my mother alphabetize the invoices on the living room floor .
On Saturdays in 1958 -9 I used to go on the early bus with my Dad and have breakfast with him at the Captain’s Locker at the old Ritz Hotel and then go to art classes in the basement of the original Vancouver Art Gallery . After the class I would make my own way several blocks to the store - first heady sensations of independence - and Dad would ask Ivy (Mickelson) to take me for lunch and sometimes a movie.
Celia Duthie
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