Sunday, February 28, 2021

Bright streets

All the colours in the paintbox show up in Vancouver's Commercial Drive area. There's yellow....
(Photos by John Denniston.)

... and purple.... 

...and blue with pink trim.

 Blue houses, sunshine-yellow houses, green houses and purple ones – why not? There’s a sense of fun in the side streets off Commercial Drive, where John and I went Saturday in our latest search for unfamiliar walking territory.  Besides the Easter-egg colours, there are murals, fences made of sticks, a piano mouldering in the front yard of a house about to be demolished, and a willingness to mix big and small, old and new, and even fill a lot with one long (lilac-coloured) box containing eight dwelling units.

Driving home after our adventure, I started seeing my neighbourhood through new eyes. I love Dunbar, with its spacious lots, wide boulevards and treed streets, but why are all the houses grey, black, beige or white? The older houses still offer some diversity, but they’re rapidly being replaced by huge new ones, all cast from the same one or two solemn moulds. Where is the variety, where is the fun?

Then we drove up to our house, which is a plain off-white. If I really wanted an adventure, the next paint job would be hot pink.

Two colours, one building. This duplex looks like two separate houses because of the dramatically different colour schemes -- one yellow, one green. 

On the green side, someone has made a fence from the kind of sticks that seem to accumulate in any garden.

An affordable housing solution that fits into the neighbourhood?  Build one long box and divide it into eight units, then paint it lilac. It has to be cheaper than the elaborate townhouses being built elsewhere in the city.

A three-storey house with a two-storey laneway house will be built on this lot, according to the zoning information sign. We don't know what will happen to the piano.

Murals are part of the Commercial Drive scene. This was just off the main street. 

A classic old house, beautifully painted and maintained, kind of says it all about this area of Vancouver.


Wednesday, February 24, 2021

Same city, new streets

 

A port, a railway, brightly coloured shipping containers, ships, ocean and mountains are what Hastings Sunrise residents see when they take Covid walks in their neighbourhood. John and I played tourist there on Wednesday. 

After a year of wearing Covid ruts into the sidewalks and trails of our Dunbar neighbourhood, John and I decided on a change of scene Wednesday. To the northeastern corner of the city, then, where the rail cars shunt, the port roars, and the rendering plant (if you’re lucky) isn’t too smelly. Hastings Sunrise is a traditional working class neighbourhood that still feels like a place where people live, as opposed to reside grandly. Many of the original small houses remain, side by side with some big beautiful old Craftsmen houses, with their stained-glass windows and spacious balconies. Gardens are tended, or not, the trees are quixotic, and people aren’t afraid to display their kitsch in the front yard or the raw materials for their sculpting in the back. 

 Here are some of the sights we saw on our little excursion. All photographs by John Denniston.

Snowdrops and crocuses and a Covid sign make the foreground, but in the background is a tiny, sweet little cottage that belongs in a storybook.

Two half boats make an unusual front-yard decoration.


Across the street, glittering in the sunshine,  a bank of decorative objects, including many representations of animals, made this front yard un-missable. I couldn't quite make out the theme.
Granite and other very heavy sculpting materials piled against a back-yard garage. The owner likely has no fear of anyone making off with them. 


This was one of a row of similarly cut-back trees waiting for summer to bring it alive.

The unusual bark of this tree, contrasted with the hellebores, drew our attention.

This lumpy, bumpy tree, type unknown, was too interesting not to be photographed. 

John has a thing about fences, and has even produced a photobook on the subject. This white picket fence, very carefully maintained, stands in front of a little house that hasn't received the same degree of attention. 



Sunday, February 14, 2021

Amaryllis, continued

Apple Blossom amaryllis in the forefront, Minerva behind, were a cheerful sight in my dining room this January. A little neglect last fall meant I had to stake them up. 

The Minerva on its own after the Apple Blossom had finished. Notice the new leaves starting to grow out of the finished bulb. 

 I didn’t have a lot of hope for the two amaryllis bulbs I’d bought way too early last fall, then found growing misshapenly out of their paper storage bags. How do you even plant a bulb with a flower stalk growing out at side angles?

I couldn’t use them as Christmas gifts and they were too pricey to toss, so I decided to do what I could.   Planted tightly together in a heavy untippable pot and tied to stakes, might they actually straighten and blossom?

They weren’t perfect – the stems were at odd angles, the stakes ugly, and some blossoms faded fast. But all through bleak January, against a backdrop of grey torrential rain, they brightened my dining room. The Minerva bloom was perky orange and white; the Apple Blossom a sigh of spring-like pink.

But the story doesn’t end there. Those maltreated bulbs seem to have a lot of oomph, with new green leaves springing up even before the blossoms were done. An amaryllis amateur, I didn’t know what that was about. But apparently they’re packing in nutrition to feed next year’s blooms. They’ll die down in the fall and rest awhile before putting out new flower stalks. Next year, I won’t be forgetting them in paper bags.


The sad result of neglecting bulbs too long in paper bags -- they start growing anyway, but badly.

Now both bulbs are putting out vigorous leaves, preparing for next year's show.

Here's what I look forward to seeing next January.


Friday, February 12, 2021

The value of jollity

 

The pandemic has brought adversity to many of us, but novelist Charles Dickens created a character who searched it out. Here's jolly Mark Tapley leaving his village to test himself against hard times. 


With Covid variants rising, vaccinations falling, and house-bound people getting grumpier by the day, I’ve been thinking lately about a Charles Dickens character with a peculiar relationship to adversity.

He’s Mark Tapley, a tavern worker in Dickens’ novel Martin Chuzzlewit, and he has a little problem. He’s so popular, competent, and so greatly appreciated by his boss (a jolly widow) that he thinks his life is too easy. He yearns to prove himself under adverse conditions, the worse the better. His dream is to “come out strong” by maintaining his cheerfulness – he calls it “jollity” – under terrible circumstances.

And so, he quits his job – the whole town turns out to say goodbye – and looks for something worse. He ponders grave-digging, which seems like a “good, damp, wormy sort of business.” The job of undertaking sounds hopefully gloomy. Or, “A jailor sees a deal of misery. A doctor’s man is in the very midst of murder.”

But these unpleasant professions don’t hold a candle to serving the selfish, greedy, dysfunctional Chuzzlewit clan, and soon enough, he finagles his way into it. He takes a job as unpaid servant to the family’s disinherited scion, Martin Chuzzlewit, knowing that the young man’s selfishness and monumental ego guarantee disaster ahead. Chuzzlewit does not disappoint. Convinced that he needs only to land in America to make his fortune, he launches the two of them on a terrible journey. Near penniless, they sail in crowded steerage to New York, where Chuzzlewit ignores all sensible precautions and buys a miasmic piece of swampland, sight unseen, where he and Tapley both nearly die of fever.

Throughout, Tapley “comes out strong” over and over again. While Chuzzlewit spends the entire sea voyage groaning with seasickness and hiding (he doesn’t want the rich passengers to see him in steerage), the cheerful and practical Tapley does the opposite. Making light of his own seasickness, he tends the sick and the children of the poor, hauls people up to the deck for fresh air, and entertains and cooks for the steerage crowd. “He attains at last to such a pitch of universal admiration that he began to have grave doubts within himself whether a man might reasonably claim any credit for being jolly under such exciting circumstances.”

Once settled on their miserable piece of swampland, Chuzzlewit sinks into despair and lethargy while Tapley keeps busy clearing the land and helping struggling neighbours. When Chuzzlewit comes down with the fever that has killed almost everybody in the settlement, Tapley nurses him through it before succumbing himself.  It’s his stoic cheerfulness even on what may be his deathbed that finally shoots a ray of self-knowledge into Chuzzlewit and begins his transformation. “How was it that this man, who had had so few advantages, was so much better than he, who had had so many?”

This is a comic novel, so all ends well. Tapley’s good deeds have earned enough goodwill that the two travelers are able to return to England. There, a repentant and reformed Chuzzlewit is re-inherited and able to marry his sweetheart. Tapley, having finally proved himself to himself, is content to return to the tavern and marry the jolly plump widow.

 In our pandemic times, Mark Tapley’s search for misery raises a host of questions.  By creating such a character, was Dickens suggesting there may be positive aspects to adversity? It does serve the purpose of testing us  will we collapse like Chuzzlewit or “come out strong?” Since this was a novel about selfishness (Chuzzlewit) and selflessness (Tapley), what role do these attributes play in our reaction to hard times? And what does it mean to “come out strong?” For some, it might simply mean personal survival; for others, it might be winning glory. For Tapley, it means helping others, whether it’s easing the suffering of his fellow passengers or serving as an example that prompts Chuzzlewit to discover his own failings. An added fillip is Tapley’s mantra about “jollity” – it’s not enough just to help; that help must be rendered with a cheerful smile and an upbeat quip.

 Tapley’s response to adversity nearly gets him killed, but it also spreads joy, wins him many friends and transforms his selfish companion. Chuzzlewit gets conned, humiliated (those rich fellow passengers knew about his trip in steerage), and nearly killed. While Dickens’ happy ending rewards them both, it’s worth thinking about who had the better time throughout. Was it selfish Chuzzlewit, groaning in steerage and loafing miserably on land, or cheery Tapley, making jokes and lending a hand?

 Something to think about in our own season of adversity.

 

Mark Tapley with an axe, being useful; Martin Chuzzlewit with his head in his hands, being gloomy. Who seems to be having more fun?


Sunday, February 7, 2021

Glamourpuss

 

Between Covid, aging and winter weather, who has time for glamour? Here's me with two hats (one to cover my ears, one to keep the sun out of my eyes), sunglasses, an anti-virus mask and a very warm but very old wool sweater. Photo by John Denniston, who graciously agrees to still be seen with me.

Once upon a time, women “dressed” to go downtown. In my mother’s era, a hat, a dress and good shoes would have been de rigueur. In my younger days, a reasonable pair of pants and walking shoes would have done. Later, with aging, my friend Linda and I agreed on a new, lower standard -- our goal in future would be just not to scare people.  Passing a store window on South Granville during a walk with John yesterday, I did a double take. Between hats, a mask, sunglasses, and Covid-era casual clothes, I appear to have sunk lower than even the lowest bar.