Ocean Falls Museum

Where The Waters of The Sky

Meet The Waters of The Sea 

Where It Seems Like

The Ocean Really Does Fall

 

Contents

Front Page

Brief History

Artifacts

Poetry

In The News

Newspaper Clips

New Community

 

Collections

Recollections

Class Photos

Hannon

Millie & John Fair

Miller

Photo Gallery

 

Historical

The Falls

Early Years

Building Up

Buildings

Hospital

From The Water

From The Air

People Gathering

Recreation

Rainy Days

Winter

The Lakes

Glory Years

Martin Valley

The Mill

Inside The Mill

The Dam

Disasters

The Slide of 65

Airplanes

Boats

Cars-Trucks

Martin Inn

Tearing Down

Wood Road ? Overgrown

Today

 

Links

Contact

Hannon Collection

Rich Hannon recalls living in Ocean Falls from 1942 to 1949 as a child.

His Father was the town shoe repairman.

More to come.

 

Rich & Neil On Wood Road

 

Rich On Wood Road

 

Rich & Neil With Fish

 

Perky was our dog. We were very sad to leave him but circumstances prevented us taking him. Friends told us he lived a long and happy life and was known my many in the town.

 

 

View Of Ocean Falls From Our Duplex.

 

Us With Mr. Bill Murray A Family Friend.

 

 

 

 

 

Our Boat On Link Lake

 

Boat House On Link Lake

 

Cabin

The cabin I believe was owned by a family friend, not sure if my dad had an ownership it in, but we used to go there occasionally. It was just around the bend from town, maybe 5 or 10 miles down the inlet.
 

 

Another View Of Ocean Falls From Our Duplex.

 

 

The Falls

This waterfall apparently was a favorite for photos. I remember that we were trolling near it and had 6 lines go off at once as he hit a school of salmon. It was bedlam with my mother and father hauling in fish after fish.
 

 

More Water Falls

 

 

Arial Of Ocean Falls

 

Our Visit In 1998

Various views of the remnants of ocean falls. I took the ferry up in late summer 1998 and finally got to see the town again. it was so disappointing to find the town in such a state....very sad. I have such good memories of my childhood spent there (even with the rain!!!!) We weren't there long enough to have time to visit Martin Valley. When I lived there, there was no Martin Valley. That area was known to us as The Farm Valley. We spent a lot of time there as a children. I remember the town cemetery was on the way.

This photo shows the point just as you round the bend to the town. We were going out in our boat one time and couldn't find our dog Perky. Just as we rounded this point, we heard barking and spotted him on the bank. He had ran across the bridge, through the Mill and all along the shore as we motored out in the bay. My dad took the dingy attached to our boat and went over to get a very happy but tired little dog, reunited with his family.

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

This Site Built And Maintained By:

Bradley SaintJohn

1st Grandson of Millie and John Fair