Dawson heritage (1960)

Here it is 9:30, time for Sunday school, and John (3) still in his pyjamas. Well, I guess he's still tired from ripping out the fence the day before. Again, this is the backyard of Albacore Place. It abutted the harbour back in the days when the rocks along the shore were black from oil discharged into the harbour (from the bilges of ships most likely). For the longest time that's what colour sea stone was supposed to be. Don't worry we couldn't easily get to the shore from the backyard - there was a chain-link fence separating young explorers from the toxic exploration grounds.