My dad and I visiting an RN ship in Halifax c. 1957
By Gerry Curry
So, I know I’m an 'old salt' and I’ve been 'out' of uniform for a very long time. I keep trying to understand the navy today, but frankly, I just don’t get it. It seems less Royal Canadian Navy and more the Army’s vision of what a navy should be.
I was born in 1949 to a serving naval officer. My dad served as a telegraphist in the RCN during the war, before receiving his Commission. He then served in a number of ships, most of which I remember visiting, including; the cruiser HMCS Quebec, a couple of Tribal class destroyers and a few Prestonian class frigates. He also served in HMCS Stadacona on Rear Admiral Roger Bidwell’s staff when he was Flag Officer Atlantic Coast. The admiral was a huge supporter of the Royal Canadian Sea Cadet programme and recognized my dad’s interest in youth programs. In 1957 my dad was drafted to the Area Office Sea Cadets, Maritime Area, and remained in that post for some time. First supervising the Sea Cadet program in Nova Scotia, then Newfoundland and finally Ontario. This required all of us in our family moving every summer, first to HMCS Acadia in Cape Breton then HMCS Cornwallis, along with other RCN personnel, to run the summer sea cadet programs. My dad retired in 1965.
My dad and I, Wardroom Christmas celebrations, HMCS
Penetang, 1954
All of that time, I was totally aware that I was in the 'navy family.' When you joined the navy, you served in the navy and you left or retired from the navy. It didn’t matter if you were serving aboard a ship or ashore, you were always deeply embedded within that family. Shore establishments were treated like ships. You never walked on a 'floor,' marched on a 'parade square,' or ate in a 'cafeteria.' It was always the 'deck,' 'parade deck' or 'mess/wardroom.' It was all about continuity. You wore a proper uniform whenever in the public eye and often you were inspected before proceeding ashore. Work dress was only worn aboard ship, and even then, only when you were doing 'dirty work.' The pride was palpable. You did occasionally come into contact with soldiers and air men/women, but they were definitely not within the family and somehow you always felt sorry for them.
When you signed up you joined the navy. When you started training you immediately started the transformation from a mere civilian to that glory of glories, a sailor. When I was very young you didn’t even join in a trade. You simply joined the navy. Aptitude tests were done during 'New Entry' training and you were assigned to a trade based on the results of the tests and the need (mostly the need I suspect) You eventually became a journeyman sailor. Only then did you go on to learn your trade. You might even go to sea for a wee bit before your trade course started.
The navy and its sailors were also directly responsible for a far greater range of activities back then. We were truly responsible for ourselves and our ships and facilities; we painted our own ships, and we did far more maintenance on our ships and other facilities. We had far, far fewer civilians on the payroll and even fewer civilian contractors doing our work for us. If the poop-hit-the-fan, we had a far greater number of real sailors in uniform, ready to answer the call.
One never forgot that you were in the navy family. Starting out you lived aboard your ship or in a naval accommodation block (never called a barracks). Living aboard ship helped you to truly integrate into your new family. The ties between a sailor, his shipmates and his ship usually went very deep indeed.
As you got older you might get married. When you did, there was Married Quarters. Apartments and homes were available for both officers and enlisted personnel. There were schools for the kids too. If your husband was away at sea, wives were surrounded by other members of the family. It didn’t matter if you were a serving sailor, a wife or a kid, you were all part of the family. Before universal health care we all went to the Naval Hospital for care. All of our shots, regular checkups and medication were looked after by the Naval Nursing Sisters at the Well Baby Clinic. I remember this with great fondness.
At thirteen I joined Sea Cadets and in 1965 six days after my sixteenth birthday, I joined the RCNR, in HMCS York. I served at sea for much of that time in HMCS Sussexvale, HMCS Mackenzie and HMCS Bonaventure. Unfortunately, when I finally joined the regular force there was no RCN to join. Instead I joined the unified Canadian Armed Forces (CAF), still in my old trade, and got shipped off to Canadian Forces Recruit School Cornwallis. What a huge shock. I had grown up visiting HMCS Cornwallis regularly and lived there for a spell. I couldn’t believe how dirty and poorly organized CFRS Cornwallis was compared to its previous naval life. And it was chock-o-block full of those 'other guys!' As such there was; no morning Divisions, no Saturday morning Ceremonial Divisions, and not even a band along with to march. I learned nothing worth learning there. I left confused and very sad. Entering the CAF in my old trade meant that I went straight to sea, helping to commission HMCS Preserver. If you were colour blind or didn’t look at the uniforms you might not notice too much of a difference, but already some of those 'other guys' were showing up and they were definitely not sailors (poor souls!). Going ashore it was very confusing. It was still 'Stadacona', but yet it somehow wasn’t. That 'CFB' designation made a huge difference, and there were even more of those 'other guys' around.
For good or bad, virtually all that I grew up with seems to be gone now, and with it I fear, is the sense of family.
Oh, we got our old uniforms back… sort of. The officers got their executive curl back, but we still wear army rank badges. To me, two chevrons is either a 'two badge ab' or a corporal, not a leading seaman.
A ship is not your home anymore. You can no longer live aboard, and you even have to pay for your meals in home port. I understand that sometimes they even close the galleys down and bring box lunches in. The 'base' is not a stone frigate anymore, Sailors and their families now live on 'civvy street.' To an 'old salt' like me it seems like the RCN is now just another branch of the civil service, and the government seems to be happy that is the case. And don’t get me started on the un-tailored, ill-fitting, grubby uniforms being worn in public by equally poorly groomed, often overweight, scruffy people, officers included.
As we used to say: 'different ship, different cap tally'. Of course today we’d have to explain what a cap tally was.
Editor's Note: 'Tally' is old Navy slang for 'Name', thus a 'Cap Tally' was the ribbon on a Sailors cap which was emblazoned with the wearer's ship's name.
1. My dad and I, Sea Cadet Bandsman Course, HMCS Cornwallis 1964. I’m Back row, 6th from the left. Dad front row 4th from left.
2. CFRS Cornwallis graduation June 1971. 3rd row on left.
3. At the tiller of a whaler under sail, HMCS York, Toronto, 1965.
4. Aboard a Japanese destroyer during the Centennial Fleet Review, HM Dockyard, Esquimalt, BC. I was RCNR serving aboard HMCS Mackenzie.
5. Formal portrait Humber College, circa 1970.
6. Today.