Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Tile walls amplify the sounds of many different accents and languages as the women, shower and shampoo. It often seems to be a screaming match or panic but then after rushing to assist, the culprits will be laughing! Language barriers do not permit making friends with many but at least we can all smile and say good morning and share benches.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
From Jenna K
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
This is an old sign that I have seen for a long time for about 2 long years inside Riley Park community centre.
The beautiful flowers and the green fresh plants are so pretty that I won`t ever forget them even though they smash down Riley Park because now I have nice pictures of them.
I took a lot of pictures of the building because I heard they were going to break down Riley Park!
My first phone number was Fairmont 8125L, this was in the 50's when I lived at 71 West 18th.
Obviously there weren't alot of telephone's at this time.
Then our family phone number changed to Trinity6 9494 in around 1960's.
Then Trinity6 changed to 876 (mid 60's)... and if you look at the number 8 it corresponds to the letter T and the number 7 corresponds to the letter R.
Then, of course later, came the area code 604.
*photos from Vancouver Public Library
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Riley gardens are a constant source of delight for us all.
The colour combinations are unique and the varieties differ every year.
When the seasonal clean-ups occur, we know when to trim, rake, prune, fertilize and dig in our own gardens!
Many many thanks to all the gardeners for bringing us so much pleasure.
by Nancy Miller
Monday, April 19, 2010
This is a blurry image of Louis (the shape in the centre) on the roof.
And our friend trying to help him get down from the roof.
It didn't work! We settled back down, assuming he would be fine. A few minutes later someone exclaimed,
"Louis is on the telephone pole!"
He had leapt across to a pole next to the house and climbed swiftly down the pole, (going down face-first!) jumped onto a neighbor's porch and jumped to the ground from there, making it safely to the ground. He did a good job showing off, 'cause we were all pretty impressed.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Memories of an anonymous female austrian immigrant...
It was a long boat ride to Montreal. My husband suggested we eat crackers and sip white wine so we wouldn't get seasick like everyone else - it worked! Then we got on the train. Most people got off in Winnipeg, but we kept going.
We arrived late to the Vancouver train station, it was midnight.
And of course we didn't speak English at that time. So we went outside for a taxi, and just said "Hotel!"
Hotel is Hotel in any language.
So the taxi took us down to Granville and Smithe... that place is still standing!
And the taxi driver said 'Yes that is an inexpensive place'.
So we got a room.
Gresham Rooms at Granville and Smithe 1933 - image courtesy of VPL
In the morning, we wanted to find the people who sponsored us, but we didn't have their phone number so we took a taxi to the Able Sawmill, now it is a bus depot there.
And so the secretary said the "Oh, the gentleman is already looking for you all over, he has been at the railway station, and they told him the train arrived last night! "
At that time our sponsor already had a phone in his car, can you imagine that? So the secretary called him and then said "Everything is ok, he will pick you up at the hotel."
So we had to take another taxi - we had enough money to pay the taxi back and forth - and by the time we arrived he was already waiting for us.
He said "Good that I found you."
We used to walk from 49th down Main Street to Queen Elizabeth Park, because on Main Street you could pick all the blackberries you wanted. There were hardly any houses there.
The very first weekend that we walked to this park, we found out that you could sit on the grass! You can't do that in Europe!
A park is a park! You walk on the walk but not sit in the grass - you're not allowed to do that. There are too many people in Europe - if everyone would sit in the grass there wouldn't be any grass.
And so, here, there were not that many people so you could sit on the grass!
I was lucky.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Lisa Walker talks with Les Both – owner of Both Feet on Main Street.
Les was born on Vancouver Island in a town called Duncan. His parents are originally from Hungary. He moved to Vancouver when he was 2 years old. He apprenticed to become a cobbler after he graduated high school. Les found a post on a job board in the Manpower office, and worked at a shoe repair shop in Oakridge Mall for three years. He has worked in many different shoe repair stores over the years. Les sums up his past cobbler jobs, saying: “I worked in every store, so I had to buy my own!"
Him and his son were driving down Main Street one day and saw a shoe repair store at Main and 29th. Les poked his head in and said, “Hey, wanna sell your store?”
The man who owned it said, “Yes!”
Les bought the place in 2002. Les’ wife Carol came up with the name, as Les didn’t want to have a generic shoe store name.
“This is the best place I’ve ever worked.” Les comments. He is happy to work for himself and do things exactly as he wants. “Nothing flashy or fancy, just putting in the hours.” Les says. He recalls that during the busiest times he has had to work 70 days straight, sometimes staying until 3am!
Les was happy to take on new cobbler apprentices and employees in 2008. He says he even gets a few people asking if they can volunteer their time to learn the trade. He recalls that when he first started hiring people he had to tell them “No boppin’ the customers!”
I asked “What’s bopping?”
I was looking at the lovely artwork Les has on the store walls, and he pointed out a drawing, which was given to him by a customer as a gift. It is a line drawing of a young woman’s face. He said a few years after it was given to him a woman came in who looked just like the woman in the drawing, but older.
She stared at the drawing and said, “That’s me!”
“Women want nice shoes, and want to come to a clean, tidy store.” Les said, after pointing out to me that 90% of his clients are female. His shop really is clean and tidy, but also very genuine and warm. The sign on the storefront window was painstakingly hand-painted; the furniture in the front room rich in brown tones and bought from the antique shop next door. Local art pieces are hung on the walls between sparse carefully chosen shoe products. Grinding noises flow in between classical music as the men in the back work away.
“I like to take things slow, do everything right the first time. I take pride in what I do.” He says.
Although I can see the McDonald’s right across the street, being in this shop feels like a different time; a time when people didn’t expect things in ten minutes. A time when people worked hard at their jobs, and instead of doing everything quick and easy, did things slow, by hand and with pride while the rest of the world rushes on by.