Comments on: Paul Huba and the Canada Post Building

By: Melissa McKelvey

Melissa McKelvey — Mon, 22 Jul 2019 11:58:37 +0000

My father, Don Jamieson, was a civil engineer and worked on a number of projects in the city, Most notably, many of the bridges – the Lions’ Gate, Granville St., and Ironworkers’ Memorial (post-collapse). He loved his bridges and the challenge they presented. He was assigned to supervise the construction of the Post Office and frequently complained that it presented no challenge at all; he only had to keep the corners square!

By: Michael Kluckner

Michael Kluckner — Wed, 17 Jul 2019 16:26:19 +0000

This is a great post, Eve. You’re probably aware of the, uh, controversial review of the Mona Fertig Unheralded Artists series of books that is on the Ormsby Review, https://ormsbyreview.com/2019/07/05/35886/, with its huge number of comments. In the wake of that review, I’m glad to see a presentation of working artists who are making art without the hyper-theoretical “new orthodoxy” that some critics are demanding.

By: LARRY WAINWRIGHT

LARRY WAINWRIGHT — Tue, 16 Jul 2019 01:48:14 +0000

I’m so glad to finally read about the art work on the wall that for so many years, I passed every morning & evening while working at the PO.
Love reading about the history that surrounds us.

By: Suzanne

Suzanne — Sun, 14 Jul 2019 17:57:34 +0000

Thank you so much for this. Great article. One positive thing from Twitter today

By: MJM

MJM — Sun, 14 Jul 2019 16:42:56 +0000

In reply to Susan Anderson.

This is so humouring!
Great background remarks;
I like these memories!!

By: Peter

Peter — Sun, 14 Jul 2019 15:34:25 +0000

In reply to Skip Savage. I used to play hockey after work with a number of guys who worked at the main post office. The job was so boring (according to them), they spent most of their time high on weed. That might explain some of the misdirected mail

By: Skip Savage

Skip Savage — Sun, 14 Jul 2019 03:47:49 +0000

When I was an inside postal worker at 349 W. Georgia in the 1980s, they said there were only two ways to get out of working at the post office: 1) go crazy or 2) go to jail.

So many people worked there – it was as labour-intensive as a cannery, processing the daily mail from the city in the evening and sorting all the mail that made its way to Vancouver from around the country and the world.

It was a little dull as jobs go, but with all those people around, you got stimulation in other ways. In fact, even though it’s been 30 years since I’ve been inside, I go there once in a while in a dream and hang out on the third floor.

Thanks so much for the Paul Huba story – it means a lot to know this at last.

By: Susan Anderson

Susan Anderson — Sat, 13 Jul 2019 17:10:24 +0000

I would love to see the Len Norris cartoon that the Vancouver Sun printed sometime around the opening of the Post Office. It showed a small dog barking his head off at the Graphic Postman on the side of the building….