A heart-wrenching poem about an abducted boy called Simon – who lived nearby, was my age and sorta looked like me – in Surrey, BC 1982 – by the “Beast of BC” Clifford Robert Olson (NO relation). Recorded and contributed to Dark Poutine Canadian True Crime podcast – shared here for posterity etc.
Somehow, these artifacts have survived through dozens of moves, various countries, storage lockers and culling of items. As such, they are now rather proudly displayed here for the historical record. At risk of presenting evidence of peaking early, i see these as polishing skills and preparing for future acts, including impending/current act 3 (but who’s counting?).
These are ribbons (obv) form various events (duh) including science fairs (detailed elsewhere in this archive), plus from collections and art displayed at NW Washington Fair in Lynden (our kin lived there and, as such we spent a lot of time there and participated in the fair).
What follows are various certificates and photos for sports-related activities from youngtime in Surrey, BC, Canada. Shared for no reason other than these items exist and survived, so must want to be shared. This is all.
Class photos from Prince Charles Elementary School in Surrey (Whalley), BC, Canada. I moved to this school from Harold Bishop in the middle of Grade 4 (where i attended Mr. Chandler’s class).
Annotation: i remember this being a fun year and i recall a load of these folks. And whoa, a lot of “middle part” hair.
I lived at 12310 95th ave which was a dead-end and featured a great area for street hockey games). Cedar Hills and Senator Reid schools were both closer but i attended Prince Charles Elementary as it (apparently) featured more extra-circulars and advanced programs and walked to school about 40 minutes.
Annotation: scant recollection of this year aside from Mr. Reimer being a serious and thoughtful teacher, primarily for science topics.
Note: Grade 7 is missing, this was Mr. Tiffenbach’s class and the year i won *every* award possible including the Citizenship Award, Run for Fun, and the Science Fair (Rushmore/Tenenbaum-esque :)).
Class photos from Harold Bishop Elementary School in Surrey (Guildford), BC, Canada. Note: i’m the one in specs (the *only* one) and styling outfits, often sitting with girls or in the “goalie position”.
My best pal Chris Goodman is the one with the blonde bowl haircut, buddy Gordie is in the K & 3/4 photos too. A few other faces i recognize including Anita, Erica, Sandy, Cliff… I lived at 10545 154th street (which was unpaved then) and walked to school about 20 minutes.
Note: Grade 3 seems missing… Mrs. Johnson was also the teacher if i recall correctly.
recently shot clips of 23 marching bands at Victoria Day parade in Victoria (natch) and was flashing back to hauling bass drum or marimba through Bridgeview for parades with no audience. they were marching bands and now drum bugle corps per se but made me think of the hijinks with all the Pacific Blue weirdos, circa 1983-4.
anyhow, curiously wondered how our drum line would stack up (better than all i am sure!) and enjoyed some flashbacks to the many parades (enjoyed memories more than hauling mallets or bass drum) and sure enough, found a photo… of the lamest parade ever… an early morning in Bridgeview with almost no one on the streets. We were yelled at by woken up residents, and joined in the parade mostly by kids with wagons and dogs.
Behold, evidence including rare snaps of legendary Rob Loewen and the witty Bill Odribege + more renegades.
“Simon” he exclaimed
in the Mac’s Convenience Store
I stopped at after
my paper route
to buy a 7-up.
“No” i said.
He meant the stolen boy
from Senator Reid school
The posters were unneeded
We all knew the fear.
Blonde mop, skinny boy
rosy freckled cheeks
They’ve gone away
Faded, scarred to haunt us.
He shared my family name
and was evidently charming to most all involved
It’s not my shame, but the scars are
i walked the same road, yet it wasn’t me.
Negotiating, capitalizing, scheming
Selling secrets to wrench the wound
the discovery reveals more pain
Until sometime on a page 3 day this year.
He left. Cancer, like my Dad i think.
72 as well, i think. I didn’t read close.
I didn’t need the fear again –
he brought to 92nd and Scott.
Cedar Hills, Whalley Exchange,
Guildford Mews and King George Boulevard
These were ours, closest to a neighbourhood
Now faded into condo shopping schemes
Only we notice the changes
since we were all 12 years old.
The paper told us he was dead
the neighbours never knew
His wife flabbergasted
And i never cried so hard
as i did for Simon in 82.
This article was written as a “Special Dispatch” for Miss604.com – published in July 2008 while Rebecca and John were elsewhere. Cross-posting here so i don’t lose track of it … and to get ready for sumertime out n abouts.
In the article, besides talking about food and music, I tease many of the Vancouver-area boroughs a wee bit including where i grew up (Whalley) and where i live now (Lynn Valley) which attracted some commenting about region/class misconceptions and soci0-economics.
My article sets out to make the point that neighbourhoods are never quite what you expect them to be and that fact is right-on with me. Again this is a late draft, not final edit – see Miss 604 for canonical version.
Fusion Fest 2008 – Where the Folk are the Audience
By Dave Olson
All my hipster/greenie/crunchy/urbane pals were all bound for the luminary, venerable Vancouver Folk Fest this past weekend. I turned down extra tickets, rumoured media passes, friendly pleadings and erstwhile invitations cause i already had my weekend fest plans in mind – the Surrey Fusion Fest (see also: Greetings from Fusion Fest – video).
Sure you might think that i missed out on the awesome line-up and beautiful people on idyllic Jericho Beach but i spent scant ducats, saw great bands, ate well, and immersed myself in the ethnic re-mix that is the lower mainland’s super-diverse (and much maligned) municipality. Missed nothing methinks.
I made the lengthy transit trek (3 zones for the price of 2 on weekends) from my North Van sanctuary and spent Saturday afternoon/evening at the new Holland Park with my comrade Dan Funboy, and made the following observations:
No LuluLemon pants in the whole place, none
No whiny West-enders rolling their eyes about “the bridge and tunnel crowd”
No small dogs, nor matching small purses to match
Plenty of police but no incidents i saw (except for two cops rolling over curbs and gardens in quads, WTF?)
Surrey heritage signs celebrating Whalley Little League, early settlers on Old Yale Road etc. were cool bits of edu-tainment
Few trees in the expansive park – A nice fountain but not enough trees
Accessible viewing areas for wheelchair rollers to see the bands on the mainstage
Surrey is really making an effort to do something to provide a sense of belonging and community
I am very keen on festivals in general and tend to hang out with the proletariat rather than fancy folks, but i also don’t make it back anywhere near Whalley Exchange these days – cause well, i’ve been there, done that.
But in spite of all the yuppie grumblings from the urban core (many of whom speak of tolerance and diversity while ignoring where it actually happens), this is really where many new Canadians live – and this is where the low-income families can come have fun, where neighbours learn about each other, and where you can enjoy a variety of music you’d otherwise never get to hear. At a thrifty (free) price.
I spent my entire $11 on food tickets (plus someone gave Dan 3 more gratis) and, with Dan surveying the menu guide, we foraged the international booths for the following tasty snacks:
Peruvian empanada (like a Cornish pasty with meat and olives)
Polish apple cake
First Nations salmon (somehow i don’t think the dill sauce and rice pilaf was traditional but sure tasty)
El Salvador tacos al pastor and papusa
Masala tea from India
Even a veteran linguist would be challenged to name all the languages overheard and foodies could sample some creative tasty bits and also check out cultural exhibits from each cultural region (not political jurisdiction as Persia, Palestine, and Taiwan were included).
The musical line-up boasted a variety of ethnic and distinctly regular acts from a rock band you might see at a Bridgeview roadhouse (Rocking out while waiting for Salmon – video) to a bass player from the MicMac nation (via New Brunswick) who’s exclaimed that she’s “been in the business for 43 years”.
The Chieftains were the headliners on Saturday night which had a Celtic bent to it with the Connors before them (Introducing The Chieftians – video). The Dublin-based band were joined by some young Canadians who were dancing and fiddling and mugging for the camera with mucho aplomb.
The main Chieftain didn’t care for the cameras on the stage projecting the show onto video screens. The drummer got to sing one and managed not to incite a riot when encouraging people to drink a long with his whiskey song.
The fave for me were Nettwerk recording artists, Nathan. A four piece with a country lilt and multi-instrument creativity. Switching between banjo, accordion and Theremin, acoustic and electric guitars, they sang tales of romance and deceit in a firm tender way, and even played a waltz. I am sucker for a quaver in a voice and i’ve listened to their plaintive, evocative songs on repeat today.
I planned to attend another day at the fest, but a lazy Sunday of watching the first Alpine stage of the Tour de France and unpacking at my new house (in North Van) won out.
Final observation (with my apologies to the do-gooders) while waiting for a bus at the Newton Exchange, listening to Angus (with a his can of Colt 45) ask a guy if the security guard uniform he was wearing was a Coast Guard uniform, i spotted a young woman wearing a shirt with iron-on glitter letters saying, “I was incredible in bed last night and all i got was this lousy t-shirt”
PS I coulda sworn i saw John Chow, the F*ck Art, Make Stats guy leaving as i arrived. Was that you?
For the second time in 8 months, some Surrey cab company has charged my credit card $50 for a taxi ride i never took (i’d remember a drunken night in Surrey for sure – heh).
Last time was a serious hassle to resolve the issue (and was right around the festive period when cash and time is tight) and included my (yet to be named) North Shore based Credit Union asking me to pay $60 to notarize a declarative affidavit to initiate a $40 chargeback. While i understand there are regulations and policies, this is their problem, not mine and frankly, $50 is significant money to me.
I am hoping this can be resolved more easily as i cannot afford to miss work to come by a branch during their luxurious hours since i am at my toil from 9AM-6PM. Lat time took 4 branch visits and a bit of hollering and griping to fix it.
What i cannot understand though is how come the taxi company isn’t harshed out bigtime by the CC processor for not checking/authorizing or whatever and why the CU puts the burden of proof on lil ole me.
We’ll see how the CU handle the problem this time and i noticed they added an RSS feed (nothing interesting , just rates and promotions) and see if they need a proper thwacking in this public forum. I do biz with a CU instead of bank thinking i’d be treated with respect and decency which has not been the case – only once i get onto the third person who “bends the rules” for me to i get sh!t resolved. Unacceptable and i am just about ready to jump to some other organization who maybe spends more effort on customer service than pretty, shiny, feel-goody advertising.