It was a great big pile of clay. There was clay in all directions. No matter where you went there was clay, and there were four or five shacks…and each one, bless its heart, had a heater in it, a small oil heater, and three or four desks, drafting desks, and because I had been a surveyor in the army, they said, “OK, there’s the survey crew. Away you go…here’s a drawing”…covered in clay…
The trick was you did your work in the morning and then you got back in the afternoon and you started doing the drawing of which you’d made in the morning, on linen. That was fine but when you got back in the next morning and the heat had been off all night…So about ten o’clock in the morning, you’d finally get this place warm enough, to have this linen flat again to do your drawing…
I was heading off to see what this one particular drag line…what he was doing wrong I guess. I had some leftover paratrooper boots…and part way over to Oriole Street from where the center is, where the jail is now…I got well stuck in the clay and I tried to get out, and of course, being clay, it is like quick sand. I got deeper and deeper, and the chap that was digging the trench ahead of me – where I was trying to get to – saw I was in a little bit of difficulty, and I think he deliberately left me there for awhile. I am not sure. He never admitted it. When it was getting past the joke stage, he swung his bucket around behind, ahead of me, and I grabbed ahold of the bucket and laid in it and he very gently, slowly lifted me up and swung me over on to the ditch he was digging. Unfortunately, I had to leave my boots and socks behind. They are still there as far as I know, behind that lot on Oriole Street. But, it was a very embarrassing little walk back along Oriole Street, along Kingfisher, back to where the…shack was. It was cold. My feet were bare.
By the end of 1954, hundreds of new homes were completed and families were pouring into Kitimat.
…all the furniture was down at the dock [on] pallet boards with tarps over them. What a horrible mess – we couldn’t find our fridge for a week.” (Clare Craig, Alcan foreman, arrived in Kitimat, December 1954)
For the first week we had garbage cans of water delivered so we could flush the toilets, and tanks of water for drinking water, so we were really pioneers, but we loved it…anybody who moved in we made welcome. We didn’t mind the mud [and] not having a store for us to go shopping. Alcan had a station wagon – driver was Ed – and once a week he would pick up the ladies. We would go shopping, maybe twice a week if we were lucky, to the Bay…at Smeltersite. We got a treat to go up there. (Hilda Prause)
As soon as I got the down payment, I got Pat on the boat up there with the three kids…and we had practically no furniture, and as matter of fact, two of the chairs we had were upended whiskey boxes… We had to get [the furniture] up on the boat. Next four or five days, make do with what we had. I borrowed a couple of mattresses from Crawley McCracken. (A.E. “Dutch” Vrooman)
Boardwalks saved the citizens from “mud water” as Kitimat’s precipitation had been called. Hilda Prause recalls her husband’s enthusiasm for Kitimat and her first view of her new home:
[Tom] just loved it here, the fishing here…when he wrote…he said, how beautiful it was, and this is where he would like to make his home. Tom purchased a house on Oriole Street. I came – I think it was the middle of March. My first impression of Kitimat was – I arrived with high heels, all dressed up because I hadn’t seen my husband for a long time, got off the boat, there was nothing but men, pouring rain, no husband to be seen. So…it was, Mr. Whitehead, who finally said, Oh, Mrs. Prause, I don’t know where your husband is right now, but we will take you up to one of the guesthouses at Smeltersite. We were taken to the house, then Crossan’s Cartage at that time, took us to our house [on Oriole]. The first walk into my house, over planks, because the oil tanks were still all open. I believe we were the third or fourth couple to move onto Oriole Street…well, they said finished, but it was all very rough stuff. [The house] was beautiful. Everything was beautiful - we had black tiles….this was the first house we owned and we were so proud to be a house owner. (Hilda Prause)
Dick Hermann constructed his Townsite home with friends’ help, and the Hermanns moved into their new home in 1956. Roy Shupe poured the foundation:
….Everybody was friends there and the people who were in charge of the concrete plant and the mill and so on were all personal friends and so they did part of the work and provided good materials for us to use. (Mary Hermann)
The Alcan Property Department was initially set up to acquire land for the dam, reservoir, powerhouse, smelter, and townsite. “Once the necessary land was acquired our main function became the administration of the sale, development, subdividing and lease of all land not directly concerned with power generation or aluminum reduction, principally within the District of Kitimat.” Kitimat-Kemano: First Five Years of Operation, 1954-1959, Aluminum Company of Canada