Salt Spring Christmas time revisited

Salt Spring makes a great Christmas visit, especially if you have friends that live there. 

I won't be going there this year but I do have the memories of Christmases past to fondly think back on.  My first Christmas season there in 2008 was especially thrilling with all the markets and concerts, the overflowing camaraderie, and the natural beauty on the island in winter.

As a young child, I was blessed to have had very happy Christmases with family and extended family in the form of grandparents, aunts and uncles and a few cousins around to inhale the abundance of good food and Christmas goodies. 

The magic of that time, especially Christmas morning shared with my twin brother and three older sisters, are pretty happy memories. I realize now what a blessing that was because as we all know, unfortunately, happiness at Christmas is an experience too many children and families can't relate to at all.  

That first Christmas on the island was the the first time I saw the whirlwind who is Pauline in action, and so I thought it might be fun to repost the link to my original experience of that. 

I hope you enjoy. You'll have to copy the URL below and paste it into your browser. Sorry. Old school!

https://spiritofsaltspring.blogspot.com/2008/12/paulines-christmas-kitchen.html

Drop-in tourism and privilege

Mrs. Ramirez on her family's organic vegetable farm along the Xochimilco canal. The land gets passed from generation to generation and is strictly regulated. She is shown here with a photo of her beloved dog Max who had passed. She would put his photo on the altar created for Dia de los Muertos celebrations that were upcoming when we were there.

I recently returned from Mexico City, Puebla and Oaxaca. I've wanted to go to Oaxaca for a long time. In fact, it was so long ago that I wanted to go there that as the years have piled on, I'd stopped wanting to go there if that makes any sense. 

Then while exploring possibilities for a short vacation off the Intrepid Travel website, it just sort of came up as a possibility that fit the time, the schedule, and the cost of what I was willing to spend for an eight-day vacation. I had not been to Mexico in 27 years when in 1997 I went through the Yucatan Peninsula to Cancun, Playa del Carmen, Merida, (Chichen Itza), Tulum, Palenque and San Cristobal de las Casas, Chiapas.

Maybe it's age. Maybe it's travel experience, but this time, more than last, I felt more relaxed once I'd arrived, the culture was vibrant, the people were friendly and I would consider returning for a longer time period, at least to Oaxaca, and more specifically to the Indigenous villages that surround it which they call Pueblos Mancomunados, six small mountain communities open to visitors. Google Translate helped.

It never ceases to amaze me, possibly because I don't travel all that frequently to overseas destinations, that it's possible to be sitting in my sedate little apartment one day and the very next be in Mexico City in Frida Kahlo's house and gardens or riding a camel in the Sahara Desert, or cycling around on a small island across from Phnom Penh, or riding down a world-famous and protected canal (Xochimilco) in a strange little boat powered by a young guy with a pole as his only propeller and decorated for what was the upcoming Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) festivities, in a foreign environment impossible to have imagined just 24 hours before.

The privilege of "dropping in" as an international tourist is astounding. Each time I set foot on a plane, I do think about the environment. Intrepid Travel uses local guides and tries to give back to the places where they do their tours, including through their Foundation, and they have a B-Corp rating related to social and environmental responsibility.

I consider my footprint to be pretty small. I don't own a car. I belong to a car cooperative, Modo. I walk seven minutes to work when I'm not working from home. 

But, life is short and there are more international destinations I hope to get to and obviously, I'm not alone. From January to November 2023, Canadian residents returned from 43.4 million trips abroad representing 83.9% of the pre-pandemic level from 2019. (Stats Can)

R.I.P. Don Mellor

I heard that Don Mellor, a long-time Salt Spring resident, died in September at the age of 81.

This reminded me that I met Don in the parking lot of Moby's pub when I first arrived on Salt Spring in October 2008.

I didn't know him well but I interacted with him enough to feel sad when I heard of his passing. He was very fit and I always imagined him living into his 90s.

Rest in Peace, Don.  

Here's the blogpost I wrote when I first met him. Karin Jones and I went sailing with him on the L'Orenda one day in the spring of 2009.

Salt Spring Island's American sister: Vashon Island

I first went to Vashon Island, which is a 22-minute ferry ride out of downtown Seattle from Pier 50, in 2018. The water taxi only runs on weekdays and it may just be an experiment at this point, but otherwise, you can take the Fauntleroy Ferry off the island and arrive in West Seattle in less than 10 minutes and then catch the Rapid C line back into downtown Seattle and vice versa.

Because I like to travel on the cheap, which is never cheap anymore, I stayed at the American Hostel Hotel in the International District, in a single room which, even though it's a hostel still costs almost $100 US a night. I like this hostel because it's super organized, close to transportation, and clean with strict rules about not allowing guests who aren't checked in.

The first time I went to Vashon Island I stayed with Sally at her super cute yellow house near Dockton on Maury Island which connects to Vashon by road. At that time, she had her beloved beagle, Elinor, and had just adopted a Bernese Mountain Dog puppy named Daisy who was super cute.  Sally was very hospitable so it was nice to see her again for coffee at one of the island's coffee shops called Minglement or the Vashon Island Coffee Roasterie, during this visit.

This time I stayed in a more than 100 year old Inn called Marjesira that was apparently built before there were roads on the island. At one time it was a country store. It's now owned by a woman who has lived on island for more than 38 years. On my way over, I met a woman who has lived here for 50 years. I feel like there are some long time islanders and then some new ones who are exploring their dreams, renovating old houses that will scare them by emptying their piggy banks to the very last penny.

Here's the thing about islands like Vashon and Salt Spring. I'll give you just one example of old world goodness.

I had been to the bookstore and bought two books. A Mary Oliver book on poetry and a book called Wanderers: A History of Women Walking.  While waiting for the 118 bus on a bench, a very friendly guy sat down and because he was so chatty, when I got up to get on the bus, I was distracted and left my books on the bench. It wasn't until I got back to Marjesira that I realized I'd left my books somewhere. I decided to put a note on the Vashon Island Facebook page and within minutes of posting that,  a woman sent me a message saying she had picked them up. We arranged for her to drop them back off at the bookstore where I'd purchased them, so I could get them back proving that Facebook can be useful and that of course there are still honest people in the world.

Because I didn't have a car, I didn't get to see the 20 foot Thomas Dambo troll near the Pt. Robinson Lighthouse.

I went to the Dragon's Head Cidery and although I'm not really a cider person, I did get a tasting and had a delicious appetizer for lunch of hummus, watercress, baked pumpkin seeds, braised red onion and pita chips. Loved the taste of those combinations. I also stopped by Pop Pop, and spoke with the very friendly owner/bartender who was super knowledgeable about craft beers and even has a refrigerator full of beers just labelled "weird beer." They sell wine there as well and non alcoholic drinks. And real food like their teriyaki chicken.

If you're in Seattle, it's a quick trip to Vashon and back for a daytrip to the island if you are so inclined. You can even rent an e-bike there. 

And if you're a Vashon Islander, you need to visit Salt Spring, your Canadian sister island. 

The real people in my book: At One with an Island: Salt Spring Revisited

Pauline McDonald

Marjorie and Mike Lane, Ruckle Heritage Farm

Abey and Matt Scaglione and sons, Ruckle Heritage Farm

the late Gwen Ruckle

Will Gerlach

Lotte Kristensen (Denmark)

the late Mac Rymal

Dr. Leila Kulpas

Karin (Marita) Jones

The Kuisma family (Finland)

Wendy and Derrick Milton

Gail Sjuberg

Tom and Linda James

Gwen Litchfield

Lisa Wolfe

Karen McDiarmid

Sharon Bailey and Robert McTavish

Tom Walker

Suzanne Archer

 the late Tom Martin

Jack Woodward (KC)

Len Brown

Paul Stewart

Rob Scheres

Bruce Wood

the late Bruce Creswick

Thorsten Baumeister (New Zealand)

Rob Pingle

Keith Picot

Mona Fertig

Harry Burton

Rachel Vadeboncoeur

Gillean Proctor

Lisa Lloyd

Amy Melious

Michela Sorrentino

Jan Smith

Wesley Clark

Eric McLay

Dave French and Kelly Waters

the late Marjorie Martin

the late Margaret Haines

Jaqueline Landeen and Pacino

Palu Rainbow Song

Murray a.k.a. as The Man with the Can

the late Thomas Ayers, Grade 5 teacher

Sheila Price, Grade 7 teacher

Lorne Tippett

Phyllis Haruko (Oikawa) Vavra

the late Tomoko (Toni) Oikawa

Lorna Cammaert

Richard Shanks

Neil and Beth England

Mrs. Larkin, New Westminster piano teacher from my childhood

the late Jean and James Campbell of Saturna Island

the late James Cameron Mavor 

the late Irene Johanna (Bedwell) Mavor

my late sister, Heather (Mavor) Carruthers

plus, a few name changes for real people

and me of course!

P.S. While focused on the writing, I hadn't realize how many people in the book have now departed this earthly realm. They are still very much alive in my memories.

Available only on Amazon 

https://www.amazon.ca/dp/1778354262

 

Memoir akin to therapy

Writing a memoir is a bit like therapy, except you have to decipher the meanings of experiences and thoughts and feelings all by yourself.

Just like in life when you wake up one day and think, MMM? I'm not so sure this is working and you take the leap to try therapy, it can be the same for memoir writing. You write stuff down, and then it's best to let it sit a day or two and you go back to it and then think, no, that's not what I meant to say. That sounds strange. There's more there. Try again. In the end, there may not be enough time in your lifetime to get it onto the page how you ultimately and ideally wished for. But it's the process that matters.

I'm not claiming I managed to finally get at the core of it in my soon to be released memoir about my time on Salt Spring, At One with an Island: Salt Spring Revisited, but towards the end, I was feeling as if I was getting a sense of that peeling the layers of an onion experience to a much greater degree than when I started.

Instead of just retelling an experience from Point A to Point B, there was a lot more questioning about the journey. Like why is Salt Spring so important to me? Why is Ruckle Park so significant to me? What about consistency of place now matters to me and why? 

I know that some say to write an interesting memoir, you have to touch upon the universal within your particular story. That may be one of the biggest challenges. Why should anyone care about your story at all? Well, they won't. Unless you can find a way to attach to something they might also be experiencing or have experienced, to unearth some nugget of universal truth; to provide some insight.

For the longest time, I used to hang on every word that successful writers shared about their writing process. In the past few years I've stopped doing that. 

It makes sense to just accept that you are truly on your own unique journey, no matter how many hangers-on you may or may not have along for the ride. Their journey is not yours. Other writers will undoubtedly have some nuggets of wisdom to share, but in the end, it's that unique understanding of your own inner world and your own personal history, finding courage, and exploiting the version that is yours and yours alone that you must get at to tell your own story.

And then, let the consequences fall where they may.

At One with an Island - Salt Spring Revisited

I never intended to write a memoir, At One with an Island, Salt Spring Revisited, about  my time on Salt Spring Island. I mean what hasn't already been said? 

Salt Spring is one of the southern Gulf Islands in British Columbia, 35 minutes by a BC Ferry from Victoria, B.C. 

Too many years ago between not intending to write the  book and finally finishing it, (which took me forever),  I took a course at SFU's Writer's Studio program, and then another one, and I needed to write SOMETHING back then.

The first thing that came to mind then, because I'd just returned from living on the island, was to try and capture some of my island experiences. 

Then, to frame why the island has meant so much to me, I felt I had to backtrack. I had to explain some of the life stuff that had really impacted me to put me in the mindset of mid-life escape, not that it ever takes much to get me into that "escape" mindset.  

I first set foot on the island and Ruckle Provincial Park  and Ruckle Farm more than 30 years ago and my many "revisitings" have been some of the happiest times of my life. So I set out writing about some of my experiences, and some of the people I encountered while living there.

It gives me a lot of pleasure to re-read these experiences and revisit that time. I wrote it mainly for myself, to have a tangible legacy of that time in my life.

It's scary to put a book out there about a real place and real people, even if some of their names have been changed.

I thought about it for a long time, too long for sure. Gave up, went back to it and finally finished it a few months ago.

If all goes well, it will be available through Amazon.ca books one week from this posting, beginning Sept. 17, 2024 at 5pm Pacific Daylight Time.

Feel free to buy it. Because you're curious, because you're a mid-life female looking to shake things up in your own life and want to read about someone else's experience, or because you might even be in it!

https://www.amazon.ca/dp/1778354262