Pat Holland has spent her entire life living in Golden and has seen the small back country town become what it is today.
Holland’s father came to Golden in 1939 where he would eventually meet her mother.
“My mother’s father was Edward Feuz. He was one of the Swiss Guides who lived up in the Swiss Village for a number of years,” she said.
As for what her life was like, Holland said she had a simple but good childhood.
“It was just normal to me. I guess I never really thought too much about it. By the time I was old enough to remember a lot, my grandpa was retired,” she said. “It was great. We could do just about anything. It was small. I can remember all of the wood sidewalks. It was a quiet little town.”
Her father was a part of the group that worked to get the town incorporated back in 1958. He then went on to be mayor for the first 10 years after the town became incorporated.
“The growth of the town over the years has been interesting to watch. Down around where Alexander Park Elementary is, used to be all trees. There was no main strip in town at all,” she said.
Another thing which Holland remembers is being able to ride her bike down from the Swiss Village. One time in particular stood out in her memory.
“I can remember when I got on my tricycle and rode home. You could not do that these days because back then there was no traffic like today,” she said.
Things have also changed regarding what children can and cannot do in Golden these days, according to Holland.
“Even on Halloween everyone takes their kids around but when we had our kids they went with friends and we did not worry about it.”
One of the treats she had as a child was taking the train back and forth to Calgary.
“We would go with my mom and go shopping. Dad stayed at home to work. It was fun to go to the city and stay in a hotel downtown. Back then there were no malls,” she said.
The family did take a couple of trips together including one where they made the very long journey by car to Vancouver.
“It was eight hours to Revelstoke and it was a gravel road. It was just potholes and I remember my mother saying ‘I am never going on this road again.’ We didn’t go that way again unless it was by train.”
As Holland got older she worked for her father in the drugstore which used to be at the current Bacchus Bookstore location.
“I had to do what I was told. When I first started I was the chief duster,” she said.