In June 2006 we took my Dad out for a Saturday, and on the way downtown, we stopped at this old house on W 12th Ave. This is the place where my Dad brought my Mom in September 1955, after marrying her in the USA. My Mom was in a state of shock, as W 12th Ave has always been a busy street, and it was a few blocks from City Hall. She had a difficult time adjusting to the bustle of Vancouver in 1955, as she was born and raised on a very quiet farm in Amity, Oregon.
My parents lived on the second floor at the front, just above the porch.
They had to share a bathroom with the other tenants!
I can't remember why I didn't get a picture of my Mom with my Dad on the steps, but I'm glad we stopped and got this picture. The house is still there.
Afterwards we went to the Vancouver Museum to see the neon sign display.
It's fun to do things with my Dad!