Shared with three other 19 year old males, two University students and one going to NAIT (Technical School). I was humping a mail satchel so was the "rich guy", comparatively. The place was on the second floor of an apartment building, right above the laundry room, luckily for the other tenants, and came furnished with some of the tacky items in the pic. Landlady was an ex-Navy bosun and could floor anyone with one bellow, but she thought we were great. We lived there for one University session, then moved on.
After serving time in several "troll holes", (basements) in the North Garneau area I finally advanced to an upper floor with a balcony (from which this pic was taken) in a house rented from the University and shared with (depending on relationships, the time of year, states of finance and travel plans) five to eight other people. Students, travellers, runaways, draft dodgers, drop-ins and drop-outs all drifted through in 67-68. Cost for room and board was fifty bucks a month and help with the housework. Money left over went to the yearly Guy Fawkes party (Remember, remember, the fifth of November...) Kegs, food, weed and people stripping to the buff and comparing bodies, dancing til forever and the whole house shaking, up to three hundred bodies present one year. The hippy-drippy orange and blue sign on the front balcony said "Barton's Tea House". It may have been possible to find tea inside. Sadly missed and ever remembered, it is now beneath a towering apartment block. I painted my room bone white with a Dutch Blue trim and it was gorgeous. Yes, that is a thin strip hardwood floor. That is also an Ian and Sylvia album on the brick and board bookshelf, sharing space with Bob Dylan, Ravi Shankar, Dave van Ronk, The Seekers and other icons of the day.
My balcony rail and the pipe I affected from time to time in that season. Arty shot.
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