This boardwalk used to go around to the old hotel. The hotel has two stories and
approximatly 40 rooms. It's not doing so well now.
My name is Wayne Fredriksen, and I was raise in Namu from 1950 until '70s. As a teenager I worked in the cannery during the summer months. My father was marine superintendant for B.C. Packers for many years. In the summer young people came from all over, Bella Coola, Vancouver and the Island. The place we stayed at was the bunkhouse. The picture shown above. The closest it came to a hotel was when the guys called it the Namu Hilton. We stayed at the bunkhouse and eat our meals at the mess hall just down the board walk from the bunkhouse. The bunkhouse was only occupied 3 or 4 months out of the year and then it was boarded up... After working in Namu for my growing up years I later worked on packer boats, commercial fished and did charter sports fishing business. So I lived and worked in the Namu area for over 40 years. From the hayday of B.C. Packers to the demise of both Namu and B.C. Packers. So that the story and I have many more. Thank-you Wayne.
Wayne Fredriksen
Thursday, May 11th, 2006 at 19:49:01
I, too, was raised in Namu. I lived there from 1959 - 1967. My dad was the foreman at the reduction plant. I was very sad to see (in your picture) how deteriorated the boardwalk has become. I have MANY happy memories of my years living in Namu. Thank you for posting this picture.
Gina Rokochy (nee Rathnow)
Thursday, January 24th, 2008 at 16:53:30
Hi,
I was glad to see your picture of Namu, We used to stop there when in route to Alaska, and back to the states.
I was there again in 2004 when we went to Alaska on our 52 foot Yacht. I took lots of pictures because I knew that I may not ever get the chance to do it again. I almost cryed while walking the old board walks, and looking at the decay of such a once butiful, active, and interesting place. alot of things went through my mind as I slowly looked at what had become of a beautiful memory.
I was just a kid when my dad and I would stop by, Dad knew the Superintendant, and the Machinest there and we were always welcome when we arrived. It is so sad to see such a beautiful way of life come to such a fateful end. I truely feel for all of you and the many fanilys that were affected.
The crash of the Fisheeries has hurt us all, Canada, and in the United States, I only wish we could get things back togatheer again like it once was.
As Always Best of wishes,
Earl W. Soule
M/V. Rumrunner