First Nation, Fur Trade and a Train Station: How Prince George became a city.

Maybe it’s a admiration for the way First Nation peoples lived in harmony with nature. Possibly, it’s a fascination with the pioneer spirit of the first settlers, particularity the gritty determination the women must have had. I’m not sure, but something about Canadian history reduces me from an analyst to a blithering romanticist. In honesty, romanticising it is probably a result of knowing so little. So, in an attempt to address that I’ve been delving into the past of the city we now call home.

If you’ve never heard of Prince George, you can get antiquated with the basics here. Here’s a brief look at how the First Nation, Fur Trade and Train Station made Prince George.

First Nation: The Lheidli T’enneh

Memorial Park: once an area home to the Lheidli T’enneh.

‘The people who are of the confluence of the two rivers’ is how Lheidli T’enneh can be translated; Lheidli meaning “where the two rivers flow together” and T’enneh meaning “the people”. These are the indigenous people who for at least 9000 years, the archaeological evidence suggests, thrived where the Nechako and Fraser Rivers meet. Today this spot is where Prince George is located. The Lheidli T’enneh are a subgroup of the Dakelh, whose name can be translated as people who travel on water. The Dakelh’s home area covers a large portion of the central interior of British Columbia.

Fur Trade: Fort George of the North West Company

Fort George Fur Trading Post (circled)

In 1807 Simon Fraser (now remembered in the name of the river) established a fur trading post for the North West Company, which he named Fort George. Fur Traders were among the first European people to come west. The fur was often collected by local First Nation people who traded it with the white Europeans for manufactured goods. The Trading posts, such as Fort George, were usually rough and rudimentary settlements consisting of a few building which houses necessities such as a Fur Store and General Store. Fort George was isolated from the excitement taking place further south when people hurried to join what became known as the Cariboo Gold Rush. As such, it remained largely undeveloped until the prospect of a rail road drew people in.

Train Station: Prince George becomes a city

The Grand Trunk Pacific Railway

At the beginning of the 20th Century Fort George began to grow as people began to settle and farm, attracted to the post by the rumor that the Grand Trunk Pacific Railway was planning on building a station. The town actually grew as two separate settlements South Fort George, on the Fraser River, and to the northwest on the Nechako River Central Fort George.

South and Central Fort George, each with a population of around 1,500, both believed they were destined to be the site of the new Grand Trunk Pacific railway station. Instead the railway chose a 1,377 acre site between the two communities. $125,000 was paid to the Lhiedli T’enneh in return for their forced removal from the land. The new site (not new of course to the Lhiedli T’enneh!) with the railway station, was named Prince George. This area is downtown Prince George today and has been the centre of the city of Prince George since it’s incorporation on the 6th March 1915.

Wednesday’s Weekly Update no.10

Nine days of quarantine completed, five left to go. So far, no symptoms! Even though we have yet to leave the house, we’ve had a few brushes with the Canadian way of life which I wanted to share with you. So I’m introducing a new feature to my weekly update called: Bears in the Playground eh? You’ll see why the name when you read the first nugget of Canadian culture shared below.

1. Life in quarantine The first morning I woke at 4am and had the fridge magnets arranged on the fridge by 5am. By 12:30pm the same day we had the internet up and running. Conveniently, we were able to do an online shop for food and some basic house things. Which came, get this, just two hours later!! I’ve also ordered a Social Insurance Number, signed up to the BC Medical Services Plan and we’ve both booked appointments to swap our U.K driving licences for a BC ones. This all sounds very productive but honestly incarnation has slowly started to us drive nuts, mostly because the only piece of furniture we have is a bed. We’re eating on the floor, Jacob is working on the floor and we’re relaxing on the floor. I miss chairs. But who cares, we’re here and we’ll be free to explore in a few days.

2. Getting excited After my friend Nicola sent me this article in the Guardian and I realised that this spectacular mountain is only three hours drive away from here, the fact that I’m living in an outdoor pursuits dreamland started to sink in. My limbs are arching for a long hike, to properly stretch out and feel the burn of a horrible steep incline. I have got my sights set on Teapot Mountain which is near here, simply because how can you not climb a mountain with such a fabulous name?! I’m also getting really excited for winter and the prospect of Snow Shoeing, Skiing, Ice Climbing, Ice Skating…

3. Arrival of the final team member Exciting news! Bally the Greyhound’s flight is booked for the 18th of September. Which means we’ll be driving down to Vancouver on the 17th. We should be able to collect him on the 18th once he has been processed and we CANNOT WAIT!!

What’s Bothering Babs?

Babs’ Question: Do they have kettles?

Firstly, thanks for the photo! You are a legend!! Secondly, great question. It appears that most people have kettles on the hob rather than electric kettles, or they don’t have a kettle at all and just use a coffee maker (barbarians!). But they do sell electric ones. Phew. As a tea-obsessed Brit, this is important stuff.

Bears in the Playground eh?

Welcome to our new feature, where I share something that has made me exclaim: ‘God that’s so Canadian!’

Last Tuesday I attended a training session provided by School District 57 to prepare new teachers for what to expect in Prince George’s schools. As part of the training they covered emergency procedures, including one called ‘Shelter in Place’. Schools, apparently fairly frequently, enact this procedure when the pupils can’t be let outside due to a… BEAR IN THE PLAYGROUND!! I had to mute myself (the perks of training sessions on Zoom) and use my hand to hide my giggling face. Bears strolling onto the playground, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

The view of Canada from quarantine no.1: current view, writing on the back porch

The view of Canada from quarantine no.2: taken from the front bedroom window

Photo credit: By http://www.cgpgrey.com, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=37262481

Wednesday’s Weekly Update No.9

WE’VE MADE IT!!! Five months after I was meant to arrive and seven months after we moved out of our house: we arrived in Canada on Monday (31st August)! I’m still in utter disbelief, but absolutely ecstatic to be here. I’ll write a more detailed blog about the experience of emigrating during a global pandemic when I’m a little less jet lagged. But for now, read on to find out why we were finally able to leave the UK.

1. What happened over the last week? As you know from Wednesday’s Weekly Update No.8, by last Wednesday we were tantalizingly close to having everything in place, we just needed the paper work from my new employer. The official documents came through from District 57 (my new employer) on Thursday. However, while there was a contract there was no official offer letter with the word ‘congratulations’ and an official start date on letter headed paper. Knowing that my job status would (literally) need to be in black and white for immigration to let me in, I emailed back requesting an official job offer letter. Thankfully, they obliged the next day. So by the end of the day on Friday we had all the paper work we needed. During Friday and Saturday we said goodbye to our grandparents, set up the internet in our house in Canada and packed our bags. On Sunday we bought our plane tickets, using the credit note from the time we were denied boarding. The next day, Monday, our oldest friend (and brother-in-law) drove us to Heathrow Airport. Hardly anyone knew that we were going; instead of a teary goodbye my Mum and I chuckled about who would cook tea after we got back from Heathrow, because I was so convinced something would go wrong.

2. The flight(s) and immigration. We cleared though the screening (to check that your travel to Canada is non-discretionary) at Air Canada’s check-in desk with relative ease (the only issue, ironically, being with one of Jacob’s documents). This was the point at which we were informed that I was not permitted to travel back when we tried to go in May, so this felt like a good start. Fueled with Yo Sushi! we boarded the plane and nine nervous hours later we touched down in Vancouver. Nine hours is a long time to wait to hear your fate. I’d love to tell you that I was as cool as a cucumber, but that would be a complete lie. Thankfully, because so few people are arriving into Vancouver at the moment we were at the front of the passport queue in no time. The boarder services agent checked the documents which proved we were entering for work, checked our quarantine plan and stamped our passports. Round one complete. After collecting our bags I headed to immigration alone for the final hurdle. Far from the sour faced driving test type I was expecting, the chap who processed my visa was delightful. After some minor hiccups with their printer, I skipped out to meet Jacob officially a Temporary Foreign Worker in Canada. After a short, but extremely atmospheric, flight to Prince George, over the mountains and into the sunset, we arrived at our final destination.

4. What next? When our quarantine plan was checked upon arrival at Vancouver we were warned that breaking it could result in a million dollar fine. So first things first, we’re staying inside for 14 days! Once this is completed our top priority is getting the final team member, Bally-the-Greyhound, here. As well as attending an online training session for my new job, I need to complete all the usual immigration tasks: bank account, social insurance number, driving licence. Oh and we’re in our beautiful, but unfurnished, house. So we’ve got a bit of shopping to do! Thankfully, our wonderful landlady sorted us a bed ready for our arrival, but I’m ready to eat dinner not sat on the floor!!

What’s Bothering Babs?

Babs’ Question: What was the flight like?

Really, really pleasant. We had a full row to ourselves and the plane to Vancouver was basically empty. I can’t say I enjoyed having to wear a mask for 25 hours but, you gottta do whatcha gotta do! I can’t wait to write a full blog about the whole experience: how it compared to flying pre-covid, the screening which took place to check if we had any symptoms and the incredible flight into Prince George.