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The Japanese Canadian Monument

On October 3rd of this year, there will be a ceremony and unveiling of a Japanese Canadian Monument here in Victoria. It’s being built now on a patch of land just south of St. Anne’s Academy and across from Beacon Hill Park.

The monument will include almost 22,000 names of Japanese Canadians who were interned during World War II, along with the names of 3,000 children born during that internment.

It’s shocking that this even happened here in Canada, but it did. And even more shocking was that 77% of them were British subjects, and about 60% were actually born in Canada.

When I was growing up I had lots of Japanese kids as neighbourhood friends and classmates. That’s because I lived in an area of Richmond that was not far from the community of Steveston where there were a large number of Japanese families, mostly because of the fishing industry.

The story goes that in the late 1800’s, a Japanese fisherman who came to Steveston, noticed the high number of salmon in the Fraser River. He ended up writing a letter to the people of his village in Japan, inviting his fellow fishermen to join him, and many of them did.

Of course, there were lots of Japanese, Chinese, European, South Asian and other immigrants who came to Canada over many years and for different reasons. Even in my family — my mother was a Danish immigrant, as were my grandparents on my father’s side.

What I didn’t know about at first, was what many of my Japanese friends’ parents had gone through during the Second World War. And some of my teachers too. One of them told me how his father, who owned a logging company here on Vancouver Island, lost pretty much everything when he and his family were interned. My teacher didn’t really remember the camp because he was so young when they were there, but his older sibling did and never got over it.

The reasoning behind this internment was “national security”, but it was really more about racism and discrimination which ran rampant back then. Japanese fishermen were told by the government to turn in their boats, which were later sold. Of course, none of the money went to the fishers. The federal government also confiscated homes, personal items, businesses, everything, to supposedly “finance” the cost of their internment. There’s a lot more to it, but suffice it to say that it’s an ugly story all around.

After the war they were encouraged to voluntarily repatriate back to Japan or settle somewhere outside of B.C., away from the coast. They were pressured to give up their citizenry, and some of them did. I can’t say I blame them.

In 1988, Prime Minister Mulroney signed a Japanese Canadian Compensation agreement which included an apology and a redress payment to those who were affected and still survived. But how do you really make up for doing something like that to people?

The truth is that you can’t.

The other awful truth is that ignorance, discrimination and racism continues. Especially in some places.

Why can’t we be friends?

So I, for one, am going to show up to the unveiling of the Japanese Canadian Monument on October 3rd. I’m going to look for those old, familiar names from my childhood and whisper a silent “I’m sorry.”

IJ

Note:  The Japanese Canadian Legacies Society says the Oct. 3 unveiling event is at capacity. “We look forward to welcoming members of the public to discover the monument in the weeks that follow, and to return to this permanent place of remembrance, reflection and community for generations to come.”

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A Tribute To Our Trees

When I first moved to Victoria many years ago, among the first things I noticed were these unusual looking trees in my neighbourhood. Well, unusual to me, maybe because of the sheer number of them, but also because of their looks.

They had gnarly, crooked branches, a unique greyish bark, and they were everywhere. I soon learned that these trees were called Garry Oaks. They are apparently found as far south as California, but Garry Oaks were named after Nicholas Garry, the Deputy Governor of the Hudson’s Bay Company. I didn’t know that until just now.

I also didn’t know that Oak Bay was named after the Garry Oak tree. Duh. But then when I learned that my neighbourhood is called Oaklands, it made perfect sense to me. Garry Oaks are all around us.

We live on a corner lot, and there used to be three or four of them on the street corner right beside our house. On a blustery winter day about twenty years ago, one of them crashed down, first hitting our chimney, knocking a part of it loose, and then coming to rest on the back of my husband’s car.

We called the city and when they investigated, they found that particular grove of trees had some kind of rotting root fungus, meaning the rest of them were a hazard to leave there. So, sadly, they all had to be taken down.

But, as they say, the apple (or in this case, the acorn) doesn’t fall far from the tree. Another Garry Oak is now growing in the same spot and is thriving. I’ve made it a part of my little garden there. And we still have a grove of mature Garry Oaks by our back yard.

Right now, trees of every sort are top of mind as communities all over the northern hemisphere deal with high heat, droughts and as a result, forest fires. It’s terrifying.

When fires are caused by lightening or other natural events, that’s bad enough. But why is it that some idiot humans HAVE to have their campfires flaring or absently flick their cigarettes into the bushes? As joke goes, what’s worse, their ignorance or their apathy? (Answer: They don’t know and they don’t care).

The Garry Oak is supposed to be drought tolerant, but lately they’ve been getting a little help from the city, as you can see in the photo above. Portable water tanks have been popping up around my neighbourhood and in others, giving the trees a little extra hydration. Not just Garry Oaks, other trees too.

On a recent road trip through the interior and the Rockies, I found myself marveling at the numbers and amazing varieties of trees we have all around us…deciduous and coniferous. Do you know the difference? That’s one thing I do know!

And when I walk down particular streets in my neighbourhood, I marvel at the size of the trees lining them. Some of the trunks are massive. It makes me wonder what was going on in the world when they were just seedlings.

Most of the oldest trees in the world are in the US, China and Chile, but a Nootka Cypress tree here on the island is estimated to be about 1,636 years old. That means it came to life at around year 390. The Roman Empire was still going strong then…imagine that!

Trees do some amazing things for us that we often take for granted. Globally, they absorb billions of tonnes of carbon dioxide each year. They even produce small amounts of oxygen. You know, that stuff we breathe?

Besides all of that, what’s more wonderful than lying beneath a gorgeous tree canopy on a hot summer day? Or walking through a local forest like Goldstream Park or Sooke Potholes Provincial Park, just marveling at their magnificence? And that beautiful forest scent…wow.

These days, a lot of airports are creating atriums, outdoor places with trees and plants to give passengers a place to hang out for some stress relief. Ahhh…just relax. Because that’s what trees help us to do.

So before we lose too many more of them, I’d like to raise a glass to our trees, to these natural, beautiful skyscrapers that give our lives so much more than shade. Skál…cheers!

IJ

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It’s Driving Me Crazy!

In the last few months I’ve been chauffeuring a family member to and from work, one day a week. It’s been a real eye opener to say the least.

Granted, I haven’t commuted for a long time because I worked from home for the last 35 years of my working life. And even when I did work elsewhere before that, I often just took the bus because it was a lot easier.

I mean, I drive, obviously. But usually just to get groceries and stuff. So let’s just say I’m not used to this driving-during-rush-hour thing. At all.

It’s been a shock to say the least, and exacerbated by all of the road work going on right now. The four-lanes-down-to-two, or two-lanes-down-to-one, or complete road closures. The stops and long waits for massive dump trucks or noisy tractors to s-l-o-w-l-y pass. And then there’s the Bay Street Bridge which was only open in one direction for a period of time. It has now re-opened, but what a mess THAT was. What could be next?

I’m so grateful I don’t have to drive every day. But there are so many people who do.

I was reading a story in the paper recently which stated that this summer commuting is going to get worse in Victoria. Worse?

Well, apparently the city has gotten behind in resurfacing existing roads, which is supposed to be done every 35 years or so. Never mind the damaged roads that have to be repaired and the infrastructure that has to be replaced. That’s on top of all of the new construction happening right now. EVERYWHERE.

And there are SO many more people on the roads compared to when we first moved here. The population of Greater Victoria has ballooned, especially, it seems, over the last 5 to 10 years. Add to that the fact that we have so many bike lanes now, taking up a lot of road space.

I know, I know. Everyone complains about bike lanes. Personally, I’m grateful for them when I’m cycling. And occasionally annoyed by them when I’m driving. What’s a girl to do??

Actually, I see a lot more people cycling to and from work and/or school now. And they are definitely beating car traffic! No wonder they have those smug looks on their faces…

The biggest shock for me is how people drive these days. Sure, I can understand the frustration with everything that’s going on. But making up rules just for you isn’t how it works.

Just so you know:

  1. You can’t use a left-turn lane just to pass the guy in front of you. It doesn’t work that way. I saw a motorcyclist do this twice on the Pat Bay Highway recently.
  2. Look up what a double yellow line means. That’s right! No passing. Again.
  3. That turn signal on your car? It’s not just there to add a splash of colour to your exterior. It’s to SIGNAL your intentions.
  4. Oh, yeah, and on that note, signally AFTER you’ve starting turning doesn’t count. Duh.
  5. Last but not least, tailgating isn’t going to make me go any faster. It isn’t. I’m stubborn that way. So back off.

Oh, sure, I can think of at least 139 more stupid driving stunts I’ve seen lately. But I don’t want to come across as one of those “nearly dead”s.

While we’re on the subject of commuting…how about taking the bus? Sure, you might have to leave home earlier and get home a little later. Okay, I can already hear you sputtering your excuses for not busing.

But it has become so convenient in so many ways.

You can pay your fare with your debit card now. And there’s an app that helps you keep track of when the buses are coming and going. How cool is that? Plus, the only person who has to worry about those other idiots on the road is the bus driver. You can chat to the guy next to you. Or watch YouTube videos all the way home. If you must.

As for my once-a-week commute, I’m definitely grateful for the polite and gracious drivers out there. They DO exist. In fact, I think I’m going to work on being more like that myself. As should we all.

Otherwise, we’re literally going to drive each other crazy!

IJ