Aunt Winnie and her Husband Fred Woodward owned and ran a busy little ranch at the half-way point on the road to the forestry fire lookout on Promontory Mountain. Fred died prior to 1950 and Aunt Winnie moved to town, purchasing the property on Nicola Avenue. Part of the land our home sits on today was given to us by Aunt Winnie as a pre-wedding present—we built on the lot east of her small home.

Cecil Hunter, his wife Mary, and their children Cheryl, Douglas and Dyllis lived next door on the other side These three joined in the fun of the Winnie Woodward garden parties. Our two boys along with Robin Hooper, Ronnie Warren, Glen Curnow, and any other children in the area would participate in the games, races, and frivolity.

The young families in our neighbourhood joined with Aunt Winnie in many fun filled times. Older relations were invited to attend the fireworks display that the combined effort of several families had organized. All fireworks were being pooled and were going to be set off one memorable Halloween Eve—all that attended will remember. Being a member of the local volunteer fire department, I was deputized to be in charge. Extra precautions were being taken with all the many fireworks collected. They were being stored in a large metal container with a lid. Pin wheel spinners had been affixed to the fence around Pooley's yard, ready for ignition. One large skyrocket had been set up to commence the fun. That rocket started the display alright and ended it in flamboyant fashion. The man in charge (me) had neglected to put the cover on the metal container, and that rocket came right back down to where it started except it scored a perfect bulls eye into that collection of many different types of fireworks. They began firing off in all directions after escaping from the container, rockets, firecrackers, roman candles, large bombs and any fireworks you could think of.

Hectic scenes would be calm compared to what was taking place: viewers running to escape uncontrolled missiles, andpeople who hadn't moved very fast for years jumping over the yard fence. Confusion was helped by most of the fence pinwheels being ignited,with their noise adding to the screams and shouts. Fortunately, the only injuries sustained were a few moments of awe and disbelief, and several sore muscles that were not used to running and jumping.

Harold and Lenore Pooley eventually forgave me for the large burned spot on their front yard lawn that remained there for several seasons.