I have many friends about the world to whom I write a yearly newsletter of my travels, varied occupations and small adventures. Many of these friends have been after me for years to write a book about it al. this is that book; from birth, November 23, 1919, in a storm on the Tasman Sea, until seriously crippled by Polio, in February, 1960, at Burns Lake, British Columbia. We arrived in Vancouver, BC in 1920 and moved to Bunsen where my little sister was born. From there on we moved every year to two, from the Kispiox Valley in Northern BC to Carmel California and from Prince Rupert, BC to Edmonton, Alberta. I was born afraid of everything, especially the dark, and was weak, sickly and clumsy, but a cheerful little boy. At puberty things changed; I became morose and quick tempered but my manual and mental abilities became high. I became ashamed of my timidity and fear of the dark. This fear was crippling me so I decided to do something about it. My cure was drastic but successful and I went on to cure other fears until I was no longer even afraid of fear itself. Then I went to work on other things that I did not like about myself. It was a long, hard struggle that is still going on over 70 years later. The itchy feet donated by my parents kept me on the move and trying new experiences from the time I left home to join the army in September 1939. Six years later after British Columbia, Nova Scotia, Britain, and Western Europe, I was discharged in Vancouver, BC. Unsettled and fed up with "civilization" and it"s wars, I took a canoe up the Pacific Coast to Bella Coola and followed Alexander McKenzie"s route across the continent to Montreal and on to New York. Home again, I worked at many jobs: logger, rancher, carpenter, assistant Forest Ranger, etc. Then, fed up with the cold of northern BC, I moved to the South Pacific for five years. Again many jobs, many Unions and much travel; Australia, New Zealand, the Pacific Islands, in a small ketch. Returned to Burns Lake, BC where I built a small house for a friend, then on to Kitimat to work on a tug-boat for the winter. In the spring, back to the Burns Lake area and bought a small ranch. Here I worked on the place in summer and in the bush in winter. In February 1960, I left Burns Lake by plane on a stretcher. A good illustrated book for those with itchy feet who lack the money, ability or nerve to scratch them.