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THE KEITH<br />
BEEDIE STORY<br />
<strong>Keith</strong> was<br />
beginning to<br />
suspect that he<br />
wasnʼt meant<br />
to work in that<br />
partnership.<br />
PART 1: LAYING THE FOUNDATION<br />
CHAPTER 5: BUILDING ON BUILDING<br />
SELLING UP<br />
<strong>Keith</strong> and Fred continued to work on every project that came their way.<br />
One evening, as the two men were working late in the workshop to fi ll an<br />
order, they noticed a man who had sauntered down the back lane casually<br />
examining their building and operations. After having a good look, he<br />
approached the pair and asked them a few questions about their business.<br />
At the end of his inquiries, he introduced himself as Mr. Beatty and offered<br />
<strong>Keith</strong> and Fred $5,000 for the building if they could be out by the end of the<br />
month. He explained that he was starting a company to manufacture plywood<br />
sheets covered with a walnut fi nish and he thought their workshop would<br />
perfectly suit his purposes. He wanted to start right away, which meant they<br />
had to get out fast. “That was huge money for back then,” says <strong>Keith</strong>. “We<br />
were making 30 cents an hour.” It was a good offer, but the two didn’t know<br />
what would happen to their business if they sold the workshop.<br />
Despite the relative success that <strong>Keith</strong> and Fred were enjoying,<br />
<strong>Keith</strong> was beginning to suspect that he wasn’t meant to work in that<br />
partnership. “Fred was, for the majority of the time, a nine-to-fi ve guy<br />
and I wanted to put in as many hours as required to make sure we<br />
completed our orders on time,” says <strong>Keith</strong>. Th e temptation of a good<br />
off er for the building was the push he needed to broach the possibility<br />
of dissolving his partnership with Fred. “I told him we could stay<br />
friends, but sorry, that’s the way it was,” says <strong>Keith</strong>. “So,<br />
we broke up the business.” <strong>Keith</strong> and Fred accepted<br />
Beatty’s off er. In addition to the money they had spent<br />
purchasing the property, <strong>Keith</strong> and Fred estimated<br />
they had put a couple of thousand dollars’ worth of<br />
materials into building the workshop. “Plus, a whole lot<br />
of work,” says <strong>Keith</strong>. “But for that price, we were happy<br />
to sell the building.”<br />
On their last job, Fred and <strong>Keith</strong> completely outfi tted a<br />
Catholic church in the West End of Vancouver in the late<br />
1940s. Th ey did all the work in oak and manufactured<br />
the pews, confessionals, communion rail, holy water<br />
font and a couple of other miscellaneous items. It was<br />
the biggest job they had ever done. When <strong>Keith</strong> went to<br />
collect the payment, the priest kept putting him off and<br />
putting him off . <strong>Keith</strong> fi nally went to the head of the<br />
diocese in downtown Vancouver and was told that they had no power<br />
over the priest’s actions. <strong>Keith</strong> found this hard to believe.<br />
Fred and <strong>Keith</strong> desperately needed the money, so <strong>Keith</strong> went to the<br />
priest’s home, which was adjacent to the church. He was told by the<br />
priest’s attendant that the priest was at home, but he was busy. <strong>Keith</strong><br />
informed him he was going to sit and wait for the priest, even if took<br />
all night, because <strong>Keith</strong> was desperate to get paid. <strong>Keith</strong> was told he<br />
couldn’t stay, but he refused to leave. One thing <strong>Keith</strong> had noticed<br />
when he came into the lobby was a pair of white, ankle-sized rubber<br />
boots that was the style for women in those days and this made him<br />
kind of suspicious. Aft er about an hour, the priest came downstairs<br />
tying up his shirt, and behind him there was a good looking lady doing<br />
up her blouse. When he saw <strong>Keith</strong> the priest almost fell off of the stairs.<br />
<strong>Keith</strong> stood up, walked over and said “Father, I need my money.” Th e<br />
priest said “just a moment,” went into his offi ce and a few minutes<br />
later came out and said, “I had the cheque all made up, I was going<br />
to mail it to you tomorrow, but seeing as you are here, here is your<br />
payment.” <strong>Keith</strong> wondered what motivated the priest to fi nally pay<br />
him that night.<br />
During the sale and move out of the workshop, Fred, <strong>Keith</strong> and Fred’s<br />
brother Max entered into an agreement with the Pacifi c National<br />
Exhibition to build all the show fronts, ticket booths and<br />
entrance gates for the Fair. Although the boys made their<br />
deal with the PNE, they had sold the rights to operate<br />
the Midway during the Fair to a man named R. Gordon<br />
Hilker. Getting the work done in time for the PNE was a<br />
real push. <strong>Keith</strong>, Fred and Max started work on the various<br />
structures in their workshop before moving operations to<br />
an empty building on Hastings Street to be closer to the<br />
Fairgrounds. Nearly everything was fi nished in time, but<br />
the day before the gates were due to open, the ticket booths<br />
were still unpainted. “I stayed until 5:00 a.m. that night,<br />
spraying a fast-drying paint on all the booths,” says <strong>Keith</strong>.<br />
“First thing the next morning, Max arrived with his truck<br />
and we set up the booths barely in time for the 10:00 a.m.<br />
opening.”<br />
Th e boys were relieved to have completed the work just under the wire.<br />
Unfortunately, halfway through the two-week Fair, R. Gordon Hilker<br />
went bankrupt. Since they hadn’t yet been paid, <strong>Keith</strong> approached a<br />
Veterans Aff airs lawyer for some advice on how to proceed. “He told<br />
me we were legally entitled to close off the ticket booths and block the<br />
entrance until we got our money,” says <strong>Keith</strong>. “But since there were<br />
only three days to go on the Fair, it didn’t seem like the proper thing<br />
to do.” Instead they went to the Midway manager, Dave Dauphinee,<br />
Photo: City of Vancouver Archives, CVA 180-1533, Artray.<br />
Th e main entrance to the<br />
PNE, 1948.<br />
Nearly everything was<br />
fi nished in time, but the<br />
day before the gates<br />
were due to open, the<br />
ticket booths were still<br />
unpainted.<br />
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