According to legend, he found it a wee bit cold for a kilt, so six weeks later he got back on a train and rode it all the way west to balmy Vancouver - a place where he could thaw his frozen haggis, and build what would become a family empire.

It was a bright sunny day when Geordie finally stepped from the C.N.R. car and into a city that is still our family home ninety-seven incredible years later.

The young Scot strode across the dirt road to a busy blacksmith shop at 1129 Main Street, and was hired... on the spot, to hammer and bend red hot west coast steel.

In just one year the enterprising twenty-five year old and his new partner, William - owned the business.