Instead of my usual catch-all of contemporary news with historical roots, a sidebar, so to speak, to this week’s post on once-infamous Ripple Rock.
Seymour Narrows and ‘Old Rip,’ as will be seen, were the most feared navigational hazards in British Columbia waters—indeed, on the entire Pacific Coast. For more than three-quarters of a century they posed a double threat, one visible, one unseen, to life and limb.
Read MoreThis week, the Chronicles begins a series of colourized postcards by the talented Nigel Robertson who performed his magic in converting our black and white masthead to vibrant full-colour.
Black and white, or sepia, postcards/photos are great—but seeing them in ‘Technicolor,’ so to speak, is better. It brings them to life. And Nigel does it well!
Read MoreWe made the cover!
The cover of the new Times Colonist vacation and visitor guide, GO, that is.
Read MoreThe recent three-part series on Klondike killer Joseph C. Claus drew some fascinating new information from subscriber Louise C. who has a family connection to the three Vipond brothers.
As readers will remember, they left Nanaimo in the spring of 1898 with Claus, Charles Hendrickson and James Burns, all out to make their fortunes in the Klondike gold rush. But, once on the trail, there was a falling-out, the Viponds going their own way.
Read MoreYes! It’s official!
The last airworthy Martin Mars water bomber is going to make one last flight, this one to the BC Aviation Museum in Sidney.
Read MoreThis photo of Duncan’s historic Keating Farm house, my neighbour to the west, is several years old now but the farm continues to be alive and well in the loving care of George and Rebecca Papadopoulos. The couple, who purchased this magnificent 27-acre property from The Land Conservancy and have restored the manor-like farmhouse and barn, celebrated their 10th anniversary there this past weekend with an Open House.
Read MoreWell, it’s officially Spring. The birds are swarming my feeders, the snowdrops have all but come and gone, it’s the turn of crocuses and daffodils, Japanese cherry trees, choke cherry, Indian Plum...
Read MoreIf I and Chronicles readers had nothing better to do than my writing, and they reading, my mutterings on a daily basis, I still couldn’t keep up with yesterday’s news.
By which I mean current events that have their roots deep in our historical past. Sort of deja vu, if you will. Even when history doesn’t quite repeat itself, it certainly plays out, in sometimes eerily similar ways, over and over again.
Read MoreThere’s no room in this week’s post, ‘Zeballos Streets Really Were Paved With Gold,’ to introduce its best known resident of the late 1930s gold rush era, Maj. George Nicholson.
Read MoreLast week’s post on patent medicines drew several responses.
Two readers pointed out, too late, as I’d realized upon reading it myself in the cold light of day, did I remember that I meant to bring the story up to date with a reference to over-the-counter cold medications, specifically, decongestants.
Read MoreAyer’s Sarsaparilla—the best of its kind
To strengthen the body and brighten the mind!
Then what is more worthy of pencil or song
Than Ayer’s Sarsaparilla? IT MAKES THE WEAK STRONG.
Last week, I wrote that “one of the occupational hazards of being a writer of history is that some people come to believe that I actually know what I’m writing/talking about and they seek me out for answers to questions or for more information...
Most recently, Duncan librarian Marina emailed to ask about one Oliver Pike at the behest of a VIPL user.
Read MoreOne of the occupational hazards of being a writer of history is that some people come to believe that I actually know what I’m writing/talking about and they seek me out for answers to questions or for more information.
Sometimes, I do have an answer for them, from off the top of my head or from my files. But sometimes, too, I’m stumped. Most recently, Duncan librarian Marina emailed to ask about one Oliver Pike at the behest of a VIPL user.
Read MoreA little known Youbou geographical feature is in the news these days, most recently because CVRD directors have voted to support changing the name of Coonskin Creek.
This, because of its, in the words of the BC Geographical Names Office, “potential harms from derogatory language in geographical names”.
Read MoreNot so much an editorial as an introduction to this week’s Chronicle:
A century has passed since the ‘Silver Slocan’ of southwestern British Columbia yielded millions of dollars in silver—billions by today’s measure. The fabulous Enterprise, Standard, Slocan Star, Rambler-Cariboo, Last Chance, Whitewater, Mountain Chief—and so many more productive mines—all have been relegated to the province’s colourful history.
Read MoreToday, for a change of pace, a guest columnist. Retired Vancouver newspaper reporter and environmentalist Larry Pym publishes an excellent newsletter at www.sixmountains.ca.
What makes his article on Norm Tandberg so resonate with me is that Norm and I are following the same historical trails in the Cowichan Valley— without, so far as I know, ever having crossed paths. In fact, I’d never heard of him until Larry graciously passed along this piece he just wrote for Six Mountains.
Read MoreA century and a-half later, the 1875 sinking of the paddlewheel steamship Pacific by collision off Cape Flattery remains one of the greatest marine tragedies in B.C. and Washington state history. There were only two survivors of almost 300 on board.
The Pacific is remembered for another reason: the likelihood that she was carrying a fortune in Omineca gold in her safe and in the personal luggage of some of its San Francisco-bound passengers.
Read MoreThere’s been another change to Vancouver Island maps, this one at Tofino. Mackenzie Beach, named for a previous owner, is now Tinwis, meaning “calm waters” in the language of the local Tla-o-qui-aht Nation, although it’s a combination of the words “tin,” meaning calm, and “wis,” meaning beach.
An online campaign for the name change garnered 2000 signatures.
Read MoreWell, here we are, at the end of another year in a world of strife and environmental crises. Sometimes, I must admit, I do begin to doubt my lifelong obsession with the past when our global present almost seems to preclude a long-term future. It feels sort of like rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic...
Sorry! A note of doom and gloom is a heckuva way to begin a new year. So let’s get down to the work at hand, history…
Read MoreYes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. Or was.
I still remember that day at school. I was in the library when a classmate cynically informed me there is no Santa Claus. No Santa Claus? I was way too young to surrender my ideals!
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