| coneZONE | 10-26-2016 12:31 AM | I think this is my favourite thread of all by far. I don't think I have much to add but this feels just like I was listening to my parents tell me their stories of growing up here. They came here around 1980 (separately haha, met here) and at this time of posting, I'm only 21. Later I'll ask them for more stories haha.
Now that I look back, discrimination still existed even from the school teachers themselves. Of course, as a kid I didn't know better, but now that I recall in Grade 1, the teacher had me in ESL, and reportedly told my mom at parent-teacher night that she "didn't know I could read so well" And that was in 2000 at John Henderson Annex (the one on E 54th Ave)
But on the brighter side, I remember so well that my grandma would take me shopping on Fraser St (from 49th to 42nd i guess), and on other times we would take the #8 down to Chinatown. I have a vague memory of the yellow paper transfers and the clear coin boxes on the buses. Watching the video above of the old New Flyer trolleys really brought back the feelings.
And the bags of milk. My parents had always bought jugs, but my grandma always bought the Dairyland bagged milk from Buy-Low-Foods until they stopped making them here. No one ever believes the 20-year old kid who claims that there used to be bagged milk in Vancouver. "Nuh-uh, only Ontario has it"
My dad and I used to bike every summer. I remember when they used to post up the signs in the summer, like "June is Bike Month" or "July is Bike Month". We used to live near Rupert Station, and I would say I was maybe around 7 or 8, so early 2000s, we would bike to Trout Lake. No bike lanes lol, although there were already established bike routes. Basically we would bike along Broadway, then turn at Slocan or Kaslo and take the bike route up Grandview Hwy N, then etc to Trout Lake. You see, even then we could safely bike on the road. It was Broadway for goodness sake. We kept right when we needed to, and the drivers weren't crazy. The other place we would bike is Stanley Park. We would park the car somewhere Pacific Ave and Burrard, then take the bike route and loop the whole Stanley Park. It was chill. I don't feel these sort of vibes anymore...
The only good time I had in school was Grade 2 at Sexsmith, my teacher was Ms Warner, and I would say she was one of the best teachers I've had. Granted that I don't have many memories of her, (don't even have a photo because she was away during the class photo) but I think what made her the best was that she gave us lots of hands on activities to do. Most of the other teachers I had thought I had ADHD or something because I took a longass time to do academic homework, but hey that's why I work on cars and not in an office ;D Actually one time we had some kind of art assignment, and a professional artist came and selected our drawings for an art mural. So, yeah. My drawing made it onto the wall at the Marpole Community Centre, and as far as I know, it's still there, but I havent been there for probably over ten years LOL. I guess I am a piece of Vancouver history! |