RICHARD ALLEN SCOTT - Through the Years
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<strong>RICHARD</strong> <strong>ALLEN</strong> <strong>SCOTT</strong><br />
THROUGH THE YEARS<br />
RCMP Headquarters Ottawa<br />
Originally erected to<br />
accommodate a Roman<br />
Catholic seminary, <strong>the</strong><br />
RCMP HQ building was<br />
instead leased and later<br />
sold to <strong>the</strong> Force. HQ<br />
has since relocated.<br />
I arrived in Ottawa at <strong>the</strong><br />
end of November, 1970<br />
and found<br />
Former RCMP HQ, Ottawa,<br />
Main Door – HQ Ottawa<br />
accommodation in <strong>the</strong> Headquarters barracks.<br />
Had to live in an 8-man dorm as all of <strong>the</strong> single<br />
rooms were taken. What a shock after having<br />
my very own apartment! And I quickly found out<br />
that <strong>the</strong> Sergeant-Major was (although I didn’t<br />
know it) to be my fa<strong>the</strong>r-in law in a few years’<br />
time. I happened to be in my bed one morning,<br />
under <strong>the</strong> wea<strong>the</strong>r with a very bad cold (or<br />
something), when <strong>the</strong> S/M came into <strong>the</strong> room<br />
and demanded to know why I wasn’t at work...<br />
and on and on! Made me wish I was back in<br />
B.C.<br />
Couldn’t bring booze into <strong>the</strong> barracks, and access was strictly controlled, so no<br />
‘companionship’ ei<strong>the</strong>r. We had to enter through <strong>the</strong> front door and pass by watchful security<br />
personnel. One good thing about living just down <strong>the</strong> hall from <strong>the</strong> cafeteria was that at<br />
10:45PM every night, a commissionaire would come down and unlock <strong>the</strong> place so all as hungry<br />
animals could raid <strong>the</strong> kitchen, make toast, get drinks, etc. Saved going out and spending<br />
money. Many evenings were spent having ping pong tournaments or playing Monopoly. Less<br />
than thrilling times.<br />
One of my first duties on arriving was to be immediately<br />
transferred to Embassy Patrol. It was <strong>the</strong> height of <strong>the</strong><br />
FLQ Crisis, and <strong>the</strong>y needed more bodies to protect<br />
embassies and VIPs. That had to be <strong>the</strong> most boring<br />
job I’ve ever experienced. Driving around <strong>the</strong> small<br />
village of Rockcliffe within Ottawa, and where most<br />
foreign Ambassadors maintain <strong>the</strong>ir extremely<br />
lavish mansions, such as <strong>the</strong> one pictured here.<br />
Rockcliffe is also home to <strong>the</strong> Prime Minister, and<br />
just about every rich person in Ottawa.<br />
Residence of Apostolic Nunciature (Pope’s Ambassador)<br />
June 2017<br />
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