What You Don’t Know About That Dumpy House On the 3900 Block of Knight St.

October 27, 2013 at 10:24 pm (Other) (, , , , , , , , , , )

On the night of Thursday, October 24, 2013, residents of Vancouver’s Cedar Cottage neighborhood and commuters using the very busy Knight St. were shocked to find a militaristic scene unfolding between Kingsway and King Edward Aves.

Apparently, police arrived shortly before 5pm to conduct a search of the residence at 3943 Knight St.  It was believed that the house contained stolen property.  The VPD had a search warrant, but the occupants of the house refused to let police enter the premises; nor would they come out of the house.  The stand-off lasted several hours and traffic on the six-lane trucking route was halted throughout rush-hour and into the evening.

Pictures and videos of the incident show a turret-topped armoured ERT (Emergency Response Team) vehicle stopped in the front yard (apparently having jumped the curb and crashed through the pollution-stained white picket fence).  There were dozens of police on the scene, with K-9 units.  Residents of the area were startled by the detonation of several “flash bang” devices used to confuse and distract the occupants of the house.  Still, they did not come out.  Police eventually resorted to firing tear gas through the windows of the house in blasts that sounded like shotguns being fired.

News sources say that four people, two men and two women, finally exited the house through the rear and that no one was injured.  Details have not been released as to the identities of the four or what charges may be laid against them.

Why am I summarizing this news story?  I wasn’t there; none of this is first-hand… Except that I was there.  I lived in that house.  My family lived in that house until just six months ago.

Those pale green living room walls now coated in chemical tear gas residue–I painted them when I was eight and a half months pregnant and nesting.  I laboured in the bathtub of that house, surrounded by speckled plastic faux-tiles and brought my baby boy home from the hospital to that house.  And when, as an infant, he wouldn’t stop crying, my husband sat on those concrete steps–mere feet away from where the armoured vehicle pulled up) and calmed him with the whooshing sounds of freight truck traffic.

The bedroom at the back of the house belonged to the children.  It was in scary bad shape when we moved in three years ago, but my daughter and I repaired the cracks in the walls and painted the room a bright and cheery shade called Merry Pink.  I never could get the window in the children’s room open; it had long-ago been painted shut.  And now it’s boarded up because the police apparently were firing shots into the back of the house as well.

The octagonal window by the front door was in the closet and provided the only natural light to the master bedroom because the other window was completely blocked by the building with the Hoang Video store, in front of which the police took cover as they fired shots into the octagonal window.

The only room in that house I didn’t paint was the kitchen, because it already sported a nice splash of color when we moved in–a vintage green and blue flower wallpaper from the 60’s.  The refrigerator was in the basement and we liked it that way.   Also in the basement was a wood-burning stove that was very likely original to the house and, whether it was functional or not, the look of it was the definition of cozy.  There was a room in the basement–we called it the “murder room” because if ever a murder was to occur in that house, that would be the room to do it in and hide the evidence.  It was a windowless cold storage area with a meat hook hanging from the ceiling and an open sump in the corner that lent the air a thick, dank feel. Where once someone lovingly put up their homemade preserves and fruit wines and hung their sausages to cure, I imagine the suspects in this recent incident would have been hiding out.

That’s what I really liked about the house–the original character hadn’t been altered and renovated away by multiple owners.  The original–I mean, very first!–owner lived there until just four years ago.  His name was Frank Russo.  He and his wife, Yolanda, moved there in 1947 (we even found newspapers from that year in the basement when we moved in over 60 years later).  Yolanda passed away some years ago and the house obviously fell into disrepair as Frank became too old to maintain it.  A garment bag with her name on it and which contained a fancy blue cocktail dress was still hanging in the closet downstairs when we moved in; we left it there when we moved out so as not to vex the dead.  Maybe it’s still there…

Some of what I know about Frank comes from clues left in the house, but much of it comes from the next door neighbor and the tenant who lived there immediately prior to us.  Frank’s family moved him into an assisted-living facility around four years ago and sold the house to a real estate development company, which planned to buy up the whole block from 23rd to 24th Aves. and put up a mixed-use development of several stories.  We knew all of this when we decided to rent it, but were told that it would be several years at least before they could do anything with the property.  The company did buy the adjacent house, but their plans faltered on getting other owners on the block to sell.  So, after we’d lived there for just one year, they sold their parcel with the two dumpy little white houses to a smaller real estate company which immediately sought development permits from the city.

It was a very public residence with a lot of traffic–pedestrian as well as vehicular–so I’m sure people in the area are familiar with the development application sign in the front yard; probably less well-known is the fact that four hens moved into the backyard of the house just days before that sign went up.  The backyard was a paradise compared to the front.  In fact, if you’re wondering what on earth two normal, educated, family-type people were thinking to move into such a dump, it was the potential that we saw in the backyard  (oh, and the fact that it was a whole house that we could afford and it was in the catchment for a great school).  There were mature plum trees, a veggie patch with beautiful soil, a hand-made greenhouse that needed some TLC, and herbs gone wild amongst the weeds that had taken over in the years since Frank had gardened there.  When old-timer neighbors saw me starting to bring Frank’s garden back to life, they would stop and regale me with stories of how he grew tomatoes the size of melons and how he would give away bunches of carrots and heads of lettuce to passersby.

As a gardener and as a dreamer, I could see what it must have been at one time and what it could be again, if only briefly before the ultimate end.  Our intention with Frank’s house was always to give it a noble and dignified end, to breathe new life into a dying house.  It may not have looked like it from the front because our early efforts at keeping it litter-free were quickly thwarted by passersby who didn’t notice or care and continued to inundate us with their garbage, but the inside was comfortable and solidly-built.  And, the backyard was an experimental permaculture playground that people frequently stopped to compliment me on.  To add to Frank’s gardening legacy, we turned half the lawn into a veggie garden, planted a berry patch, built a hugelkultur bed, built a raised bed out of scraps salvaged from Frank’s own stash, turned his covered patio into a chicken enclosure, and completely rebuilt his greenhouse using materials salvaged from the dilapidated one he left behind.

I regret that we didn’t stay in Frank’s house until the very end, but with kids, chickens, and a garden, it isn’t easy to find rental housing in a specific area of the city on short notice, so we felt we’d better go ahead and move if we found a great place, rather than wait to receive the official notice to vacate and have only two months to find another house as well suited to our needs as Frank’s was.  Also, as a gardener, I didn’t want to plant a garden in spring just to be told we have to move in the middle of the summer and lose the harvest.  So, we moved out in April.

The roof was in really bad condition for such a long time, the owners knew they couldn’t rent it to “normal” people for a market price, and they certainly weren’t going to re-roof a house slated for demolition.  But, not wanting to lose money every month before the redevelopment could take place, they agreed to let the tenant of the adjacent house move some of “his girls” in.  The adjacent house has long been suspected of various criminal connections by pretty much everyone in the neighborhood, but the residents kept a low profile.  Of course, if you mapped the density of discarded condoms around the neighborhood, it would be greatest in the lanes immediately surrounding the Knight St. houses (and I know they weren’t coming from our–Frank’s–house)… I’m just saying…

The man who lived next-door (we’ll call him Hank) had been there for twenty years, since the days when a flea market operated across the street in the parking lot of a run-down Safeway.  The Kensington Library that’s now in the ground floor of King Edward Village, was once a small store-front on the west side of the street, just two doors down from Frank’s house.  Long before  that, the south-east corner of Knight St. and Kingsway was the site of a little cedar cottage–the cedar cottage, the one for which the neighborhood is named.  How times have changed…

I don’t know if there were ever any other single-family houses on that stretch of Knight St.  If there were, the two remaining have been the only two for a long, long time.  Maybe the city re-zoned the properties such that improvements couldn’t be made to keep them as residences, preferring long-ago to upgrade the whole area to commercial or higher-density uses.  Certainly, long-term ownership by old-timers content to stay put resigned these two houses to an interesting fate.  I don’t know who lived in the house next to Frank’s before the current tenant, but Hank had been friends with Frank in his later years.

From what we could tell, Hank hosted many characters (he introduced them as “his bums”) in a halfway-house, room-for-rent situation that was never entirely revealed to us.  At one time there was actually a man living in a tent in the backyard.  That’s when we put up some lattice fencing for a little privacy.  Hank may have “run a tight ship,” as some who came and went claimed, but those who came and went were obviously of an unseemly bent, their awkward gaits and hunched backs belying a history of questionable recreational choices.  I hesitate to pass judgement on people I never knew very well; most of the people that came and went, sketchy as they were, were friendly enough.  Whatever they were into, we assumed it was small potatoes, petty crimes whose only victims were themselves.  I never witnessed violence as long as I lived next-door to these people; nor did I ever see evidence of criminal activity occurring outside the home.  I never saw the inside.  They kept a low profile and covered every window so heavily that not a crack of light could be seen, even at night.

The police had a warrant to search Frank’s house for stolen goods.  I don’t doubt that there may have been stolen property in the house, but the police response seems to indicate a threat that, if real, was not reported on.  The turret-topped armoured vehicle would seem to imlpy that the VPD believed the occupants of the house to be armed and dangerous.  There’s a lot about this incident that doesn’t make sense.  If the police had a search warrant, why didn’t they just kick the door down and enter the premises?  To get the warrant, they likely had been investigating these people for some time; why did they stir up this incident during rush-hour?  Why the excessively macho display of force?

I, for one, will be anxiously and sadly awaiting more details of this case.  I can’t even describe the feeling of seeing this militaristic scene play out on the same stage where some of the most memorable and intimate experiences of my life occurred.  It’s not exactly sadness, more of a sense of tragic irony tinged with humor.  Living there and fixing it up on a shoestring budget, especially the garden, was a joy.  Discovering things about Frank and the neighborhood as it existed for him, was an adventure.  I always knew it was destined for the bulldozer and, of course, it still is (perhaps sooner now than before), but I thought it’s demolition would go down like that of every other 1940’s East Vancouver bungalow–unnoticed by the rest of the city and perhaps celebrated by concerned neighbors.

But, no!  Frank’s house was not destined to go out with a whimper, but a distractingly bright bang!


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Our First Feathered Friends

September 11, 2012 at 9:09 pm (DIY, food, Gardening, Other, permaculture) (, , , , , , , , , , )

Following a mid-July family getaway, I set to work on a singular goal: GET CHICKENS!

I’d been thinking about whether to do this for a long time.  I’d read so many books on chicken keeping that I felt there was nothing left to learn except through firsthand experience.  Making the decision all the more clear was the fact that I already had a covered four-post structure and weather-proof shed in my backyard that I wasn’t using.  Following a major clean-up, some minor reapirs, and the addition of nest boxes and a sturdy bar for roosting, the shed would become a large coop where the birds would be safe at night.  The covered structure only needed some physical support, chicken wire, and a recycled screen door to become an outdoor chicken run where the birds would have access to fresh air and sunshine.

Eleanor helping paint the door frame; shed by the basement door for nighttime housing.

The kitchen window looks down on the chicken run–perfect for keeping an eye out for the girls!

The building process was pretty straightforward, the only major snag being the nest of angry yellowjackets in the ground beneath one of the corner posts.  The vibration of my hammering drove them crazy; they would pour out of the entrance to their nest, fly all around scouting for danger, then slowly calm down and go back inside.  Having to back off and wait them out was really slowing things down.  I suffered two rather unpleasant stings to my hand, but soldiered on, talking sweetly to them and telling them I meant them no harm.  In fact, if they would just let me finish, the chickens would soon be helping to fertilize the garden, which in turn would host insects for them to live off of.  Who bargains with bugs, anyway?

Hubbie suited up to work over the wasp nest.

I saved the post above the wasp nest for last and then I did what any sane woman would do–I begged my dear Hubbie to get in there and nail up the chicken wire for me.  He kindly obliged, putting on thick leather gloves and his winter raincoat for wasp protection.  He was sweating bullets in the middle of the only “heatwave” our miserable summer could muster up and, thinking he’d be covered in angry wasps, he planned to get in there and get the job done as quickly as possible.  And then–miracle of miracles!–not a single yellowjacket emerged as he drove in the first nail.  Proceeding with much trepidation, he completed the job without siting a single one.  The hive was gone!

For the last six weeks we believed they had simply moved house.  Strangely, all that remained was a large hole that looked to be the handiwork of a small animal.  Then, last night I came across the fact that a skunk or raccoon will dig out a wasp nest and eat the larvae.  For several nights in a row a few weeks ago Hubbie and I had seen a skunk rather cutely waddling through the unmown grass in the front yard.  Mystery solved; thank you Skunk!

The girls are introduced to their new home. Two standard-sized hens hopped right out; the pigeon-sized bantams had to consider it.

Buying that first bag of chicken feed was like crossing a threshold, a point of no return: we were really getting chickens!  We drove all the way out to Maple Ridge to pick out the four hens from a woman named Loretta.  She had dozens of chickens on her 12-acre property and had, at one time, tried to keep them separated by breed so that she could raise purebred chicks.  But, she greatly valued them having free range, so they tended not to breed as she wished them to.  She said that she gave up after a while and settled for raising healthy, happy mixed-breed birds–not such a bad compromise, really.  When it comes to dogs, I’ve always preferred a friendly mutt over a finicky purebred myself, so I totally agreed with her philosophy.

We chose to take home two likely-pure Old English Game Bantams (very small, amusing, and good for children) and two standard-sized hens.  The largest hen, Goldie, is likely an Orpington x Cochin cross and the white hen with gray-green feet she said was probably an Araucana x Cochin.

Dada gets a turn at the feeding trough. The Strawberry Shortcake tray from 1985 is what we serve “treats” on. It makes a nice metallic sound that the girls now recognize.

Goldie and Lord Snow hang out together a good bit.  Here they’re dust-bathing in an old metal sink filled with dirt.

Having hens has been fairly easy so far.  Only once have we had a missing-chicken-scare!  We were late eating dinner one night and the girls were antsy for their pre-bed free range time so we let them out and continued with our dinner, keeping a close eye out the window for them.  When I saw the neighbor’s cat in our yard, we all ran outside to shoo him away and do a head count to be sure and… we couldn’t find Fluffy anywhere!

Her beautiful coloring is called Wheaten. OEG Bantams are only about the size of pigeons at full maturity.

Fluffy was Eleanor’s personal selection and is so sweet, Ellie was handling her and hand-feeding her the day we brought them home.  We were quite sure Johnny Trouble couldn’t have gotten her that fast and there were no signs of a chicken abduction, so we just waited for the sunlight to fade that magical amount that would trigger the chickens’ head-for-home instinct.  For the remainder of our meal we spoke very seriously to Eleanor about the slim chances of this bird returning; we, perhaps a bit insensitively, tried to console her with the reminder that these chickens were to be food-producing animals, not pets, so we shouldn’t be too sentimental about it.  About half an hour later, quite unbelievably, Fluffy came walking around the corner of the house just as the other birds were starting to make their way toward the coop door.  She had been hiding from the cat, we supposed.  She and Dada did a reunion dance and that was that; they went in to roost for the night.

It turns out that chickens are the ultimate creatures of habit and, for this reason, it isn’t hard at all to get them in and out.  Since our coop is not contained within or directly attached to the outdoor run but is actually separated by about five feet, I was worried in the beginning that it would be difficult to herd them into the run in the morning without setting up some kind of “chicken chute” to prevent them escaping.  By now, though, we’ve settled into a timely routine that works for us.

The hens now get some free range time in the morning when they first come out of the coop and in the evening before they go back in to roost for the night.

Now, we’re just waiting for eggs.  Not wanting to raise chicks our first time, we started with 4-5 month old pullets, so they should be getting near old enough to lay by now.  However, egg production is influenced by hormones triggered by daylight and since the days are getting shorter and shorter, it could be spring before we have consistently good egg production, even if they started laying  now.  Supplemental lighting for a few hours a day may be something to try during the winter months.  For now, we’re just enjoying watching and being with our first feathered friends!

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The Weather’s Got Me Down; A New Job Has Me Looking Up

July 1, 2012 at 8:46 pm (Gardening, goings-on, Other, permaculture, Vancouver) (, , , , )

Vancouver is notorious for its wet weather, but by this time of year I’m usually so enthralled by the stunning beauty of clear summer skies, I forget all about the gray time of year and think there could be no finer place on the planet.  Well, not this year…

I thought last year’s cool, wet spring leading to a late start to a short summer was a bummer, but this year has been even worse, especially for my garden.  I have had to reseed many things that are usually very easy to grow–lettuces, arugula, brassicas, radishes even!  I mulched too early, causing an explosion in the number of slugs in the garden and they’ve decimated everything.  On top of that, I’ve lost tray after tray of indoor starts when I put them into the greenhouse to harden off and apparently rats from the junkyard next door found them.  I’m not surprised they ate the nutritious broccoli and collard starts, but they helped themselves to Ellie’s wildflowers too!

On the bright side, the garlic is going strong; we’re eating the scapes now.  The strawberries are producing prolifically; unfortunately, the lack of sun has resulted in quite tart fruit.  At least when it comes to raspberries and tayberries, tartness isn’t a bad thing and these are now starting to bear fruit as well.  I got my corn transplants in the ground much later than I wanted; now I’m concerned that the heat of summer won’t last long enough for the corn to mature.  The pole beans, which ought to be really straightforward to grow, are getting off to a really slow start due to slug damage.  I have, since realizing the problem, removed the straw mulch from the newly planted areas, but it hasn’t seemed to help much.  Likewise, beer bait traps haven’t curbed the onslaught.  I just keep hoping for sun and warmth (show me some global warming!) and checking the long-range forecast.  Sun always seems to be a few days away, but it doesn’t materialize and I’m starting to lose faith in meteorology.  Weather like this has me wishing for a heat wave like they’re having in Atlanta right now.  Ahhh… What I wouldn’t give to bask in 100-degree heat!

I’d like to think the pitiful state of my home garden is just an indication that I’m spending too much time in other gardens, all of which have been way more successful.  Last weekend we wrapped up the Landed Learning year at UBC Farm with a volunteer appreciation dinner and I said goodbye to the beautiful plot my kids had tended all spring.  Every time I’m at the Mt. Pleasant Family Centre, I stop in to see the community garden plot I helped start there, and it’s growing beautifully as well.  Even the garden plots at the Charles Dickens Annex Children’s Garden, to which we added almost no compost and can hardly stay on top of the weeding that needs to be done, are off to a great, albeit late, start.  There, the lettuces and radishes were well timed for me to harvest a huge bowl of salad for the kindergarten kids to share (since they’re the ones that planted it) with their friends and teachers on the last day of school.

The only high point for me this early in the summer has been the start of my new job at the Vancouver Homesteader’s Emporium.  The store hasn’t opened yet, but we made an appearance at the Main Street Car Free Festival to let people know what we’re all about and that we’ll be opening soon.  Basically, we’re a store specializing in all manner of urban homesteading materials–from everything you need to keep bees and chickens in the city to any supplies you need for canning, fermenting, baking, and making your own cheese and soaps.  And, don’t worry if you don’t know how to do all those things yet; we’ll be offering workshops to get you started!  I’m super excited about the opening of the store because it’s a chance for me to learn more as well as share what I already know.  Also, it’s great to be involved in the store from the beginning.  I went in on Friday to help unpack inventory and clean up the construction mess.  The space is looking awesome and I see so much potential for this store as a viable, profitable business!  We’re located at 649 E. Hastings St. in Vancouver, right across from Dan’s Homebrewing Supply store, so come check us out.  We’re aiming for an auspicious opening date of Friday, July 13th.

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There’s no such thing as too many gardens.

June 12, 2012 at 4:49 am (Eleanor, environment, Gardening, Other, parenting, permaculture) (, , , , , , , , , , , , )

I’ve been saying for the last month and a half that perhaps I’ve over-extended myself with all the gardens I’ve been involved with lately, but they’re all so dear to me, that I can’t possibly think about not participating in one of them.  Closest to home and to my heart is my own backyard garden, where despite the slugs eating all the seeds I’ve tried to start outdoors, I’ve enjoyed lots of greenhouse-grown spinach and lettuce salads, the asparagus has finally sprung forth, the apples are the size of quarters, the flowering kale is 7 feet tall, and the sage is ablaze with purple flowers.

woven wood bean trellis in my home garden

The Family Center where I take my son for a children’s play group finally received a plot in the community garden next-door and, knowing that I am a gardener and student of permaculture, the newly-formed gardening group asked me to come and help out with garden planning and seed starting.  It was a fun morning and I think I even blew a few minds with my explanation of “weeds” as helpers and indicator species.  For example, when asked what to do about dandelions in the garden, I pointed out that, not only are all parts of the plant useful in a myriad of ways as food or medicine, but that the plant itself plays a vital role in rehabilitating worn and compacted soil by reaching deep down with its thick tap root and drawing up water and nutrients that are out of reach of other plants.  After reflecting on this, most members of the gardening group were “wowed” by this new perspective on a plant which has undeservedly earned the ire of gardeners all over.

garden art by landed learning students

Also, I was involved in helping plan the 10-year Reunion of the Intergenerational Landed Learning Learning Project at UBC Farm.  This is the third year that I’ve been involved in the project, so I volunteered to run an activity booth to share with others my passion for permaculture.

activity booth set-up

I worked very hard over the last couple months working on a card game aimed at educating people about the myriad connections between elements of natural and man-made landscapes.  I created a deck of fifty-two cards (and counting…), each one featuring a different element (for example: chicken, human, bathtub, rain) with their inputs and yields listed on the back.  As with dominoes, game play involves laying one of your cards down next to one that’s already been played, but it has to link up–that is, where a connection of resource use or energy flow can be made, or, where the output of one card serves the needs of the other.

permaculture card game

It’s more of an educational toy than a winner-takes-all game, but I think it’s a fun way to illustrate the interconnectedness of man-made systems with those of the natural world.  How well the point came across, I don’t really know, but I do know that people had fun thinking outside the box.  More than one participant caught on to the fact that all the excess heat and steam produced by taking a shower or using a clothes dryer could, with good design, be directed for secondary use to heat a greenhouse, for example, instead of simply being released into the atmosphere.  This is exactly what I wanted people to get out of the game: an understanding that thinking differently about how we design our homes and lay out our neighborhoods and cities, we can create landscapes that both serve the needs of humans and reduce energy and resource consumption.

I have learned so much myself from my involvement with Landed Learning, but I’ve also gained an incredible sense of confidence and pleasure in my role as a mentor and educator, which brings me to my third garden engagement, the Children’s Garden at Charles Dickens Annex.  My daughter started kindergarten this year at this wonderful little neighborhood school.  It’s K-3 and very small, which we like a lot, but the garden, which was established over 30 years ago, has experienced an unfortunately high variability in maintenance and parent involvement over the years.  I’d like to change that by tailoring some of what I’ve learned through my involvement with the Landed Learning Project to working with the younger kids of Charles Dickens Annex.  This year, we have a group of at least 6 parents dedicated to cleaning up the garden and getting the kids from all six classes involved in planting the garden.

At the beginning of the spring, the school owned no seeds, tools, or gloves to even get started in the garden, so one of the parent volunteers who writes for a living submitted a very well-written and thoughtful application for a Small Neighborhoods Grant that will supply the funds for these items as well as pay for someone from the Environmental Youth Alliance to visit our school and speak with the kids about bees and the importance of their role as pollinators.

We’ve had two garden clean-up parties so far, at which we transplanted the blueberry bushes, and prepared the raised beds for planting by weeding and adding compost to them.  There are two mature apple trees in the back of the garden from which the children harvested fruit in the fall to make apple pie for their Thanksgiving celebration lunch.  The trees, however, were quite overgrown, making it difficult for people, even little people, to move around them.  I made it my project to prune these trees during the garden clean-ups and, although it was a bit late in the year to prune fruit trees and we did lose a lot of the flowers, the trees are now producing a lot of fruit and look much better.  I think the increased air flow and light that will penetrate through the branches will help keep these trees healthy for a long time to come.

annex kids started pea seeds on classroom windowsills

We’ve also submitted a grant application to the Vancouver Greenest City Fund to supply the school with funds for some additional projects.  For starters, we need to build a new composting system.  At this point, there is no flow to the compost system; new organic material is simply added willy-nilly to one of four separate black compost bins and the result is a big mess.  Composting is an important part of organic gardening, as it completes the cycle of nutrient flow, returning to the soil what has been removed.  But, if we’re going to educate kids and participating parents, we need to do it properly so that it results in a nutrient-rich compost that is safe and effective, not smelly and harboring potentially dangerous pathogens.  So, we’re asking for materials to build a single three-bin composting system with clearly-labelled compartments for adding new material, turning in-process material, and completed compost.  We’ll add labels with instructions on what can and cannot be composted in a small backyard system.  Additionally, our grant application requests funds for rebuilding the raised garden beds, as some of them are starting to rot and they’re all quite low to the ground, which makes them inaccessible to students that use wheelchairs and walkers.  The paths through the garden are also prohibitively narrow for children who use mobility devices so it would be nice to redesign the layout of the beds to accommodate those students.

Another project I’ve been brainstorming for the Annex is the creation of a food forest play space on the back side of the school.  The idea came to me when I observed my daughter and her friends playing under the overgrown bushes.  They had formed a club called the “Nature Nuts” and were hiding out in their “clubhouse.”  It brought to mind a book I read a while back: Last Child in the Woods: Saving Our Children From Nature Deficit-Disorder, in which author Richard Louv argues that urban children suffer from a lack of natural spaces in which to play freely and imaginatively.

Looking around the grounds of my daughter’s school, I notice exactly what Louv describes: fancy modern (and no doubt expensive) play equipment that offers a limited array of ways to play and a large grassy field ringed by some nice shade trees.  There’s no denying that the latter affords ample space for running around, playing sports, and having picnics, and the former aids children’s development of skills and coordination, but neither offers much for the imagination.  By contrast, natural spaces with varied topographies, trees for climbing and swinging from, overgrown bushes to hide in and around–these allow children to escape to other worlds and play anything they want.

I realize many parents feel that it is unsafe for a child to be out of sight in a public place because there are bad people in the world and tragic things have happened to children in places where they should have been safe, like on school grounds.  That being said, children shouldn’t be denied a connection to nature because their parents have been fed a dose of media-hyped paranoia about child predators.  And maybe, just maybe, access to nature for all members of society can have a humanizing effect and engender more sensitivity and compassion in all people.

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Gardening in the Off-Season

April 10, 2012 at 4:11 am (Other)

Success with winter gardening!

Until this past year, the only winter gardening I’d done was inadvertent, like a few years back when I left a chard plant to wither with the first frost and, much to my surprise, spring warmth brought a fresh flourishing of young leaves.

Hoping it wasn’t just luck that first time, I decided last summer to plant some cold-tolerant veggies to see if they would over-winter and produce an early spring harvest.  The verdict?  Not surprisingly since they’re all in the notoriously hardy brassica family, the broccoli, cabbage, and kale withstood cold temperatures and frost the best.  Starting them a few weeks earlier in summer would mean bigger plants going into the winter when growth all but ceases and, therefore, bigger plants at the time of spring flowering.

Maybe steaming it in the microwave wasn't the most dignified treatment of this broccoli that we waited eight months to eat, but it was delicious nonetheless.

The chard, arugula, and spinach, despite having more tender leaves, were also able to shrug off a light frost; some leaves were lost when temperatures dipped more than a couple degrees below zero.  Arugula grows particularly well in cold temperatures, forming beautifully compact plants that we ate from for months before they showed any sign of bolting, which was around January.  Soon we’ll be having garden-fresh salads with arugula and kale blossoms on top!

My big regret is that I’m not getting to enjoy the purple sprouting broccoli that I planted last year.  Not realizing that it is a biennial plant, I thought it wasn’t producing flowers last year because of a nutritional imbalance (too much nitrogen?) and since all three plants had contracted a raging case of aphids that I didn’t want spreading around the garden, I decided to remove them.  I soon learned the error in my thinking and now that I see purple broccoli sprouting in other people’s gardens, I am kicking myself for being so impatient.

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Gentrification in Vancouver

March 1, 2012 at 6:01 am (goings-on, Other, Vancouver) (, , )

My house (on right) is owned by a property development corporation and will be redeveloped in the next few years--rightly so, given the high traffic volume on Knight St. The view from the backyard is of the King Edward Village tower.

Over 180 concerned residents of the Mount Pleasant community were registered to speak at Monday night’s Vancouver City Council meeting to state their concern for the re-zoning and development of the southwest corner of Broadway and Kingsway.  The developer, Rize Alliance, wants to erect a 19-story luxury condo tower (down from the 26 stories initially proposed), which residents contend is completely out of scale with surrounding properties and will ultimately signal the beginning of the end of affordability for the area.  For more details on Rize and this project in particular, see the Mainlander’s article on Gentrification in Mount Pleasant.

Unfortunately, since the development proposal and opposition hearing was item six of six on Monday night’s agenda and since there were so many people signed up to speak, only one of the 180 citizen speakers was given a chance to speak before the meeting adjourned.  The rest were invited back the following night to speak, if they could make it, but it must be assumed that not everyone could come back for round two.  So, while City Council goes through the motions to appear sensitive to citizens’ concerns, gentrification marches on.  Even if the re-zoning application is denied and Rize agrees to build a comparatively modest mixed-use development of only 5 to 10 stories, what the neighborhood will end up with will be a glut of one- and two-bedroom condos.  Why no three- or four-bedroom condos?  A three-bedroom may have the same floor space as two one-bedrooms, but the developer can’t double the sale price on it.

For those who do not reside in Vancouver, a one-bedroom condo priced under $500,000 is what passes for “affordable housing” here.  City Council talks a lot about creating “affordable housing,” but it only ever seems to result in more market-rate condos.  The character of a neighborhood can’t stay the same when all the families are forced to leave, which is the pattern in Vancouver: so-called “affordable housing” moves in and families stay as long as the kids are small, but inevitably move east when they outgrow a two-bedroom condo.

What’s taken for granted is that home ownership is achievable and desirable for all families; none of these new developments include affordable rental housing (except that many of the units do sell to wealthy international investors, who profit from renting them, further exacerbating the upward pressure on rental rates).  A kind of middle ground exists between owning and renting, but non-profit co-operative housing has all but disappeared from the city’s vocabulary–this, despite the fact that units in the existing co-housing developments, built in the 70’s and early 80’s, are in high demand and co-op applicants can be waitlisted for years.

I’m not proposing that development should be altogether halted; but the rampant over-development that is driving Vancouver families to the financial brink, just before driving them out completely, is ultimately going to rob this city of its designation as one of the most livable cities in the world.

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Three-Day Gardening Extravaganza

February 24, 2012 at 7:21 am (Eleanor, goings-on, Other, Vancouver) (, , , )

Apart from a five-minute hail storm that caught me out yesterday, the Vancouver weather has just graced me with three consecutive days in the garden.  Days one and two were transplant-and-cover days.  I’m using bent heavy-gauge wires to support a layer of landscaping fabric that should protect the young plants.

In The Winter Harvest Handbook, Eliot Coleman writes that keeping winter crops covered with cold frames or row covers boosts their micro-climate by one USDA zone (two, if you grow them covered in a greenhouse).  Besides keeping crops warmer, cold frames protect them from drying winds and direct sun that can thaw frosted leaves too quickly and cause cell-wall damage.

On day one of the extravaganza, I transplanted young mixed lettuces, spinach, and some onions (to maybe deter a few of the buggies).  On day two (yesterday), I transplanted lots of leeks and a kind of romaine lettuce called Cimmaron.  I spaced them closely to quickly provide cover for the soil, as well as edible thinnings over a period of time.

On the left--interplanted cimmaron and leeks; on the right--spinach and mixed lettuces under cover.

Today, day three of my garden extravaganza, I finally got around to shoveling the last of the truckload of soil we had dumped in the driveway last spring.  It went on the hugel bed!

There wasn't enough soil to cover the whole bed; I'll have to grab a few bags.

The soil layer is only superficial for now, but I’m really pleased with how the bed is coming along.  I went ahead and sowed a cover crop of clover, which, if it gets covered with more soil later, will just decompose and add nitrogen to the soil.  I also have a tray of lupins started under lights in the basement to plant on the hugel bed.  (Lupins are said to fix nitrogen the way members of the legume family do.)

As I was shoveling soil onto the hugel bed, an older gentleman from the neighborhood stopped in the lane to appreciate my garden.  He was European and had such a thick accent that I barely understood him, but he seemed immediately to understand what I was doing.  He recommended adding manure, which I really ought to do throughout the garden…  One more thing for the spring garden to-do list!

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Ethical Oil?

December 6, 2011 at 6:28 pm (Other) (, , )

I just listened to an interview on CBC Radio’s The Current and I can’t resist putting my two cents in. Host Anna Maria Tremonti was speaking with Katherine Marshall, the new spokeswoman for the Ethical Oil Institute (what appears to be nothing more than a greenwash machine for Canada’s highly controversial oil sands).

The issue is that oil extraction from the tar sands is detrimental to the environment of northern Alberta, polluting drinking water and spewing greenhouse gases into the atmosphere at an alarming rate, not to mention the destruction inherent in any pipeline project to get the oil to refineries in the US. The same can be said for oil extraction no matter where it occurs around the globe.

Marshall’s point in calling Canada’s oil “ethical” is that, unlike Canada, most other oil-exporting countries are not liberal democracies and do not have legal rights and protections for women and children or occupational safety standards for workers. Marshall’s position, and that of the “Ethical Oil” campaign, is that when we buy oil from conflict areas like Nigeria and the Middle East we are, in effect, condoning human rights abuses around the world–therefore we should only buy Canadian oil because, clearly, human rights trump the environment.

The point that host Anna Maria Tremonti kept trying to get at and which Katherine Marshall kept adroitly dodging is that we do not buy oil just from countries but from companies, most of which are Western-owned and operate in Canada and the US as well as conflict zones around the world. So, what’s the difference when you buy Shell oil if it comes from Nigeria or from Alberta? Marshall contends that if companies are responsible for environmental destruction, low wages, and occupational hazards then it is the fault of the countries in which they operate for not having stricter legal controls. (Nevermind that most developing nations cannot enforce strict controls or tax polluters and abusers due to the straitjacket of structural adjustment reforms imposed on them by the World Bank and IMF; that’s a discussion for another time.)

In order to avoid tacitly supporting human rights abuses, Tremonti asked if Marshall and the Ethical Oil Institute think people should boycott the oil companies that work in conflict zones. No, she said, the “Ethical Oil” campaign was merely about opening people’s eyes and getting them “interested” in the issue of where our oil comes from and how it is obtained. “Interested”? What, I ask, is the point in getting people interested if not to affect some kind of change? And, if change is to be had, why not boycott those responsible? Marshall argued in the interview that it is up to the countries, not the companies, to impose tighter controls, as if oil companies are champing at the bit for a chance to live up to higher ideals of worker and consumer safety and it is government regulations that prevent them from doing better. I say it is clear that oil companies only act on environmental and worker health and safety regulations when they absolutely have to (i.e. when they operate in developed nations with higher standards). Perhaps, developed nations should be able to impose their higher standards on Western-owned companies no matter where they work.

Rant over! I couldn’t help myself; this Marshall woman was so illogical and no seems to want to state the obvious: that true leadership doesn’t just decide who or where to buy oil from, a true leader wouldn’t be afraid to tell his people that some serious belt-tightening and a drastic re-evaluation of the level of material comfort we expect out of life is necessary now and in the future.

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Spring Is Just Around the Corner!

March 2, 2009 at 7:20 pm (Other) (, , , , )

So much to say, so little time…

Firstly, there’s still no news about the potential move to Switzerland and with the economy what it is right now, we’re assuming that “No news is bad news” and resisting the urge to feel anything about it right now.  Insecurity and uncertainty about the future seems to be the new norm and so we figure we’re in the same boat, but still doing better than all the millions of people losing their jobs and their homes.

Vancouver, I think, has remained somewhat isolated from the major economic downturn–perhaps due to affluence, next year’s winter Olympics… I’m not really sure, but I’m perfectly happy to stay right here in Vancouver where I have my friends, my community, my garden…my life.

We missed most of the major snow storm that hit mid-winter, but spring is shaping up to be absolutely beautiful.  I saw the most intense rainbow of my life just last week.  We’ve had lots of rain to bring the flowers up and lots of sun, too.  Unfortunately, it seems the sun is always out on Saturdays when I’m in my yoga teacher training program all day and it always clouds over just in time for Sunday, or Family “Fun” Day as we’ve taken to calling it (although three-year-old Eleanor has taken to turning it into come-between-the-parents-andplay-one-off-the-other day).

Yes, Eleanor is three and–what do you know?–the Sunday that we had her birthday party was the only sunny Sunday in recent weeks!  At least we can be thankful for that.  We had seven kids an their parents over so it was really nice to be able to spread out and use the patio for part of the party.  See our flickr stream (www.flickr.com/photos/twistycorn) for an idea of how messy it was!  The streamers hung from the ceiling for over two weeks!  Eleanor got lots of cool stuff, but her big gift was her brand new blue bicycle, which she rides everywhere now.  Next weekend, we’re taking her to see Annie at the Vancouver Centre for Performing Arts.  We considered making the tickets her birthday present, but thought three weeks was too long to make a three-year-old wait.

In other news, Eleanor and I, on one exceptionally beautiful spring-like day, decided to plant part of ur garden experimentally early.  I’ve also got some peppers and tomatoes started indoors to get a headstart on their growing season.  I saved (also experimentally, since I wasn’t sure if the whole fermenting, separating, drying process was going to work for me on my first try) seeds from some especially delicious tomatoes I purchased at the local farmer’s markt last summer.  For all those out there who have never really liked tomatoes, look for one called the German Red Strawberry Tomato.  I swear, it’s the best!  It’s everything I ever wanted a tomato to be, and more!

Also, my German Rams (Ramirezi Cichlids) have finally produced a batch of eggs that they didn’t eat within a day and now the little fry are wiggling around wanting to grow and swim!  How exciting to watch the miracle of life unfold before my eyes!

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Officially In Training to Be a Yoga Teacher

January 19, 2009 at 10:52 pm (Other) (, , , , , )

It’s a small class, but the yoga teacher training program is happening… and I’m in it!  Wow!  What a way to start a new year!

Training to become a certified yoga teacher is something I’ve thought about doing for at least the last six months.  I got really good at making excuses for why I shouldn’t do it–it’s too expensive; it’ll take too much time away from my family; I don’t have enough experience as a student of yoga to teach yoga…  But, alas, with the opportunity, thanks to Stephen’s employment, to move to a Swiss resort town looming in the fast-approaching future, the time is nigh to get off my butt and make the rest of my time in Vancouver count for something.  It isn’t just that teaching yoga would be a marketable skill in a place where wealthy Europeans go to relax, and therefore a good credential for me to carry into a new life there.  The real focus for me isn’t even the graduation (although I will certainly be proud to possess the certification), it’s the process and the time spent getting to that day six months from now.

I need to do this to keep my mind focused on the here and now.  I know from the experience of waiting to move to Vancouver, that when a major life change is in the offing and it’s just a matter of time before you take the plunge, it can be exceedingly difficult to enjoy the present, to remain engaged and interested in what’s around you.  Waiting for what comes next is no way to live, so I’ve decided to focus on myself and the present moment through doing this yoga teacher training.  Ultimately, I don’t even know if I want to be a yoga teacher.  Maybe I’ll decide it isn’t for me.  But, I do want to learn more about yoga and about myself and both will definitely be addressed by taking up this challenge.

I’m writing all this with the perspective of having exactly one session of the program already under my belt.  I started this journey on Saturday with seven other individuals from all walks of life (well, there was only one guy) who I have no doubt I will get to know very, very well as we all get to know ourselves a little better in the process.  Part of the training program, and one of the reasons I wanted to make the commitment to do this, focuses on “living yoga,” or living a life in balance.  We were asked on Saturday to picture our lives several years from now and to think about setting some goals to put us on the right track to eventually achieve our biggest dreams.  This part was difficult for me because the move to Switzerland seems to be a major leap into the unknown, like the life I can reasonable plan for ends six months from now.  Setting goals or trying to picture what life will be like after the move seems a practice in futility.

If I had to set a goal for this period of my life, I would have to say that I want to learn to leap without looking, to not be fearful when making decisions.  I want to be able to take action with the confidence of knowing I’ll be able to handle what life throws at me.  I don’t meant to say that I intend to start acting without any consideration of the consequences of my actions, but I do know that I’ve been very indecisive in the past and it has not served me well: over-analysis leads to paralysis.  Once a decision is made, I aim to be able to stick with it without wondering if it was the best, most perfectly right thing to do.  A good first step might be to challenge myself to order from a restaurant menu in under ten seconds…

I’ll report back on how I fared with that challenge a little later… My point is that big goals are not met without first meeting many incremental goals which, though small, are far from insignificant; baby steps allow us to see progress for what it is–not a long way to go, but a great distance traveled: an achievement in itself.  For now, I’m congratulating myself–despite nerves, reservations, and fears–on simply showing up Saturday to take part in the first of over twenty full-day sessions.  I dissuade myself from nervousness about the actual teaching part, the practicums, by reminding myself that, for now, I am simply the student.

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