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A Lost Art Water flows easily from her taps and when she flicks the switch, there is light but these aren’t things Anna Marie Snow and her five year old daughter, Jahsiah, take for granted. “We’ve always lived in the bush, in the middle of nowhere, off the grid,” the fiery young clothing designer explains.
Artist in Profile
Anna Marie Snow shows off some clothing spirit. Photo: Chantelle Kelher
From what she calls a ‘recycled’ house in Australia to a beloved Volkswagen van called Sweet Pea in California and then a cabin in Birken, B.C. all while living off borrowed power and spring water, Anna Marie and Jahsiah now find themselves leading a relatively settled and conventional life in Revelstoke. For now. Anna Marie’s funky, original clothing creations can be found at Revelstoke’s farmers market every Saturday. Made from organic cotton, hemp, soy and bamboo fabrics that she colours herself with an eco-friendly, plant based dye, Anna Marie’s creative spirit is embodied in her sexy, playful and comfy clothing. Besides new garments, she also reconstructs thrift store cast-offs into fun creations turning big dresses into several pairs of pants or reincarnating ugly shirts into something fresh and original. As a clothing designer with all this moving about and living in the bush, Anna Marie has supported her vocation with a solar powered sewing machine. “I used to sew doll clothes as a kid,” she says. “But I didn’t get serious [about making my own clothing] until I got pregnant. I wanted to be able to breastfeed and raise my baby.” Jahsiah was born at a friend’s house in Grass Valley, California and spent the first part of her life at her mom’s side, living a nomadic lifestyle out of a van. The pair spent two months making their way up to Canada where they moved into a little cabin in Birken, B.C., a tiny town near Pemberton in the Coastal Mountains. It was there Anna Marie’s creative spirit began to pour forth from her sewing machine. Water came from a spring and food came from the earth just outside the door. “I don’t want to be part of the system,” Anna Marie explains. “I want to grow my own food, make my own power, teach my kid survival and follow my heart.” Following her heart and sewing has, indeed, taken Anna Marie and Jahsiah places.
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Storing sewing machines with friends in several different countries, Anna Marie and her daughter have moved from California to Canada, Australia and Central America supported mainly by selling clothes at markets and local shops as well as filling custom orders. Anna Marie believes her strong will and determination have brought her to where she is today. With a shock of curly hair and an infectious, playful grin, she is fiercely independent and admirably self-sufficient. “Any artistic endeavour makes me more emotionally stable,” she confides. Besides sewing, Anna Marie also likes to make jewellery and paint. And if her sewing is not going right, she will stop the process, preferring to pour good energy into her creations. Making the clothes begins with a shipment of beige coloured fabric from a company in San Francisco, the best valued natural fabric she can find. Buying locally is, unfortunately, too expensive. Three pieces of fabric take five to six hours to dye in the washing machine. She uses a variety of colours: bright for their strong vibrations and earth tones to blend. “I make my own patterns, which is kind of a lost art,” says Anna. After sketching a basic pattern, she will take it and alter it, making minor changes.
At her stall in the Saturday market you will find a rack of cozy and comfy form-fitting sweaters with fun, floppy hoods that can be worn in a variety of ways. Some have a straight hemline while others are cut at a playful angle, giving them a different style altogether. She tries to keep her patterns fairly simple, so she can mass produce items to sell at a decent price. Some items, however, are one of a kind. In Revelstoke, Anna Marie and Jahsiah are more settled than they have ever been. But that is not to say they are here to stay. “I put roots in but only on a surface level,” Anna Marie explains. She has another year to suss out her options before Jahsiah starts school and life may settle down a bit. The pair have plans to hit the road again this fall, likely heading back to Australia where the nomadic young artist can pour her creative energy into board shorts and bikinis. But you can be sure Anna Marie has her solar powered sewing machine stashed away somewhere in Revelstoke. You never know when she might be back.
Anna Marie Snow modelling her creations. Photos: Chantelle Kelher
Editorial
According to him, there are a few theories to explain this phenomenon but Cam defines it as, “the micro hemorrhaging of the muscle tissue from overloading it in physical activity. A slight tearing occurs when we challenge our muscles.”
Hiking in Elfin Lakes, near Squamish B.C., with my ski poles to prevent sore quad torture. Photo: Ian Lohrenz
Hemorrhaging? Tearing?! “This is a normal reaction to stress or higher tension placed in the muscle fibre,” says Cam. “[It] is cellular breakdown, which results in the muscle growing back stronger. “After the strenuous physical activity, in order to metabolize the 'broken muscle', small enzyme sacks floating around in the cell called phagocytes burst and begin to digest the cell (phagocytosis). Among the enzymes released there are histamines, which 'tickle' the nerve endings to remind them there is cellular repair underway and to take it easy.”
It Pains Me So by Heather Lea
Early this summer I hiked the Stawamus Chief in Squamish B.C. There is some expectation the first hike of the season will produce some muscle pain in its aftermath, but generally speaking, this 2303 ft (702 m) peak is not a difficult hike. Some people dared their flip flops to perform the task and the fresh mountain air was pungent with all brands of odorous cosmetics. But the agony in my quads after this four hour hiking trip followed me for days. A cane would have been handy for getting out of bed. I wished my bathroom was outfitted like those in a senior’s home, with bars and shallow tubs. There was no controlled descent onto the toilet seat. My burned out quads would hover me for only so long, then I’d fall the rest of the way. So why does something "fun" and "healthy" make me feel like someone tried to club me in a back alley? I asked a friend and registered kinesiologist, Cameron Hunt, if some people were prone to sorer muscles than others by something in their body makeup, like more acidic lactic acid or something we could blame on our parents. “Everyone has a slightly different ratio of glycolyic and oxidative fibres,” says Cam, “It really depends on how you train and the types of activity you do that makes a difference here.” Damn. “Believe it or not, the lactic acids are metabolized within a minute or two after the activity subsides and doesn't really play a role in D.O.M.S.” Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness, or D.O.M.S., is the scientific term for muscle soreness. “It's the soreness that feels the worst on the second day after the physical activity,” explains Cam.
I mistakenly went to acupuncture a day after the hike up the Chief somehow rationalising that someone sticking needles into the pulverized meat of my quads would be a good thing. If not for his catlike reflexes, my doctor would be missing parts of his groin, which I narrowly missed when my leg shot up into the air with the first needle. “Oh, you are sore,” he said. Other so-called good-for-you activities have also left my limbs grimacing. Yoga, for example. Instructors kindly tell you not to push yourself but every time I go to one of these classes it’s like the old, portly and people with broken wrists can do more downward dogs than me. If all goes well, I reach some new personal record but anything I need to reach for in the next few days better be no higher than my bellybutton. Sunburns are another example. On a hike into Elfin Lakes in the Squamish area this August, I was happy to find my quads barely felt it but there was still pain from the hot sun burning the backs of my calves and neck. For me if I get a sunburn while enjoying a long day out in the mountains, it feels healthy. But if that burn came from laying on a towel at the beach, I’d be seeking out my options for cancer treatment the next day. Despite all the pains that come with leading a healthy, active life, somewhere, cresting the waves of my lactic acid, endorphins set in. Feeling pain from activity and being able to deal with it makes me feel tough. If I hurt that much from being hit by a car, I’d feel defenseless and victimized by something out of my control. But if it’s self-inflicted through sports, it feels worthy. The health I receive from physical activity is a gainful investment from making exercise a lifestyle choice. My muscles have been at their sorest when I’ve been at my happiest: climbing mountains, skiing glaciers, kayaking rivers and downward dogging the heck out of my chi.
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Artist in Profile
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Volunteer Job-Pick
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The Scene
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What's Your Biz'ness
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Pg.7 We're Everywhere Pg.8 Emerging; From The Streets Pg.9
Heritage Moments
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Get Outta Here
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Music Notes
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Health and You
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What Matters
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Trail Building
by Colin Titsworth As you whisk down one of the stimulating bike trails around Revelstoke your brain power is focused on weaving between trees, maneuvering amongst rocks and charging berms at the optimum speed. “This state of mind can be considered on par with the focus level of a meditating Buddhist monk,” said Jason Proulx, West Kootenay trail builder. It isn’t until the end of the ride when your brain relaxes and there is time to reflect on the overall trail conditions and experience. Those who maintain the trails are partly responsible for your dose of biking excitement and it’s good to recognize those efforts. Trail builders are an undefined species that come in all shapes and sizes. From shuttle-driving moms, who clear sticks while waiting, to gangs of French Canadians constructing booters; the trail network owes many thanks to the volunteer. Spring time is go-time for trail guardians, who need to clear debris from the awakening trails. Bucking, trimming and reshaping are some of the basic responsibilities for trail workers and their weapons of choice include shovels, hoes, clippers, rakes, chainsaws and Pulaski’s – a tool combining an axe and an adze. The vicious Pulaski will carve out more habitat than needed but it helps make the newer style of wide trails to satisfy the masses. Funding has been provided for maintenance on various trails in the area, although many of the mountain pathways rely on volunteer power to keep them buffed out. You may envision the trail builder as a machete wielding land pirate, sporting a Tilley hat and a thick moustache. In reality these folk are simply individuals who yearn to be in nature and appreciate trails that invigorate the soul. The Revelstoke Cycling Association includes “Construction and maintenance of mountain bike trails and cycling infrastructure” within their mission and goals. You can become active in this association by being a member or helping out on volunteer maintenance days. Trail builders at work cleaning the Crowbar Trail on Mount Mackenzie. Photo: Colin Titsworth
To really understand what make a Trail Builder tick I ask local constructor Steve Scott who explains, “To me it is a place where I get a blank canvas of possibilities to dig in the dirt with my friends, build things out of the forest and use natural features to create whatever my imagination can come up with. After it's all done, I love watching others ride the trail with their own interpretation of all of the obstacles, berms and jumps. There is nothing like the sound of people whooping and cheering as they rip down your bike trail. Of course I like riding them after I build, too.”
Experienced builders understand how to incorporate features into the existing theme of the trail. Developing proper trails isn’t simply blasting out wide paths and removing every rock you see. Many of the seasoned trails have character that need to be maintained. The International Mountain Bike Association has guidelines for trail construction that incorporate the best practices for sustainable trail building. Their standards vary from traditional narrow Kootenay single-track but a trail built to their code will survive the test of time.
The trail building hobby is not a completely legal pastime, so it is important to know the regulations that govern our forests. The Revelstoke Cycling Association is now permitted to develop trails on Boulder Mountain and Frisby Ridge since these areas were recognized under Section 57 of the Forest and Range Protection Act this summer. One requirement set out by the insurance provider is any building must be done on organized work days.
The trail network around Revelstoke has been developed by many hours of paid and unpaid labour. This collection of trails draws two-wheeled enthusiasts from around the world and has an immeasurable positive spin-off for the city of Revelstoke. To help continue the evolution of Revelstoke’s bike trails you can get involved through the Revelstoke Cycling Association, www.bikerevelstoke.org Our trails can always use a helping hand.
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Another point worth mentioning is the club makes sure volunteers for sanctioned events, such as trail maintenance days, receive the same liability and injury insurance as club members.
Friday, September 9 to Friday, September 30 Full Metal Basket Kate Tupper London on Canvas Jason Keerak Emerging from the Fire Nancy Geismar, Cat Mather, David Walker Friday, October 7 to Friday, November 4 Layers of Love Mt. Revelstoke Quilters B.C. Parks 100 Celebration: Blanket Creek Provincial Park Environmental Art Photographic Project Friday, November 12 to Friday, December 2 Art in the Park: 125 Anniversary Glacier and Yoho National Parks Best of Banff Photographic Exhibtion
54 rooms . restaurant . pub on site Mackenzies Restaurant is open for breakfast every day from 6:30 a.m. The Last Drop has nightly meal and drink specials. New function room opening soon. Check for details. Great for weddings, parties or meetings.
Fall Art Classes
See you at The Last Drop!
Classes in pottery, oil and acrylic painting, drawing, mixed media. Greeting cards and more offered.Check out the website www.revelstokevisualarts.com Register at Castle Joe Books, Revelstoke Visual Arts Centre or at the mass registration evening at the Recreation Centre September 7th.
Enjoy great English food and a cosy atmosphere with fireplace.
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Benjamin Glahe "jumping, shredding, scrubbing and flying" on the Martha Creek bike trail. Photo: Randy Monds
Riding in 'Revelstroke' by Benjamin Glahe
Editor’s Note: Benjamin wrote this article for Reved in the back of a car en route to Vancouver. He was visiting B.C. with his brother and staying with a friend, who was showing them around. Benjamin is 22, originally from Germany and is now living in Groningen, Netherlands.
Canada: Canada has always been a country with gorgeous landscapes and beautiful sceneries. Thus, mountain biking has been a big business since the late 1990s, especially in B.C. Both attributes attracted me to go to B.C. from where I live in the Netherlands and discover the true Canadian way of life. British Columbia: After spending three weeks around Vancouver, Kamloops and Vernon, I was invited to spend a long weekend in Revelstoke. I must admit that I have never heard about the town Revelstoke. I was not able to google it either because I thought the town was called Revelstroke. Having some language barriers I know at this point Revelstroke is not the right name. After looking into a dictionary and getting the proper meaning of ‘revel’ and ‘stroke’ I knew why all my Canadian friends made fun of me until we reached the town sign with the right name on it. Revelstoke: While we rolled into the city we were told our preferred campground was totally booked. One of the lessons I had to learn is that holidays and vacation mean even less planning for Canadians than regular. However, I tried to roll with the Canadian moods and plans. Actually it went really well. Luckily one campground, the Revelstoke KOA, had still a couple of spots free, so we went there. The showers and toilets could have been better but through the lens of elapsed time it was a very good place for hospitality because we were allowed to have open fires. We made parties until one in the night and our fellow campers were really friendly. The city itself is very cozy and bemused. Some advice for those travelling on long weekends: get gas before entering the town. The line-ups at the gas stations were incredibly long. I got nearly smoked and roasted in the car because I felt like riding my bike, not like sitting in a 80 plus degree car waiting for the brown gold. Enough complaints for now. I had a brilliant time in Revelstoke and the city offered everything to me. For instance the nightlife was good and I was able to buy food anywhere. And last but not least the liquor stores offered loads of brands.
man-made trails is prawesome all over. After loads of fun, the day became more supreme by a local guy. He invited the whole group spontaneously for dinner. Just a little note to myself: Canadians are super friendly and have great hospitality. The whole mindset and their way to approach things is very fast forward and beyond my expectations. That was the best griller I have ever met. His steaks were so delicious and tasty, unbelievable! It is up to you how you call it, I call it a Perfect Day. The perfect day has basically one formula: Canada´s Scenery + Good Weather + Massive Riding + Local People + Fresh Meat = Perfect Day. The last day of riding was even better, truly outstanding. We went to Frisby Ridge and Boulder Mountain. Frisby Ridge was a good warm-up trail for everybody. I found it not too hard and not too easy - just the right level to start another prawesome day. The main act this day was Boulder Mountain. I was just freaking out when I saw the massive, huge and pro-like obstacles just in the middle of nowhere. However, the first run was hiking instead of biking. Another lesson that I had to learn during the trip was, be aware of loggers and their impact to local trails. We went into a perfect looking, steep, technical and fast downhill trail and immediately after the first few pedals we stood on the edge of burnt land. Obviously loggers did their work: good for the employer, bad for mountain bikers because the trail was completely gone. I never saw a forest cleared of the size of 20 or more football fields.
The Riding: My first impression was the trails leaving from the city centre were a bit moderate. But the next lesson that I had to learn was wait for the right moment. Our next ride on Martha Creek trail took us nearly 50 minutes to shuttle up to the summit. Personally spoken, donating those 50 minutes for the incredible trails at the top, thus the mind blowing view, was totally worth it. I had the feeling of constant pleasure just by looking at the landscapes and the beauty of nature. Ever since I want to describe this feeling nothing pops up in my mind but sex. I felt so good, energetic and happy just while standing there and enjoying myself. By now I can understand people that do mountaineering. This world is not made for heavy industry, fast cars or money. The prettiness of nature should be our wealth.
As I was there with local Canadians we decided to go on and not take the easy route back to our shuttle meeting point. Great mistake. Don’t mess with the woods is the last lesson I was taught. We went astray so fast the only way to move on was to hike down to the next road. Do I have to mention we searched for nearly one hour for any bike trail entrance? Fortunately, after half of a day we found a road and rode it down to the next trail entrance. Everybody from our group was grumpy and very moody by then. When we entered the trail immediately the whole group ambiance changed rapidly. Riding in the middle of nowhere with steep and fast downhill trails plus having obstacles all over made me feel like a little kid in a candy shop. Once you come over that feeling of being the little kid it is pure almost sexual adrenalin. Jumping, shredding, scrubbing and flying are just few expressions for these feelings.
The best part of the second day was still left. We prepared our bikes, geared ourselves up and rolled to the entrance of the old hiking trail. Just one word, “prawesome” (pretty awesome). The trail kicks ass. We all did well on the trail that is around the medium level. The Martha Creek trail is not the steepest, heaviest or toughest downhill/freeride trail in Revelstoke but for sure one of the most beautiful ones. We ran through creeks, singletracks with flowers right next to it, skinnies (wooden obstacles), waterfalls and massive trees. The high alpine scenery in combination with
Riding in ‘Revelstroke’ is like getting a stroke without…well, you get the idea.
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BIZ'NESS?
WHAT'S YOUR Altering a Nation of Gear
are very reasonable and are adjusted according to each item.
Perhaps you or someone you know thinks duct tape makes a great fashion accessory. Well it doesn't have to be that way. Yes duct tape is an extremely useful and versatile tool that does wonders in a pinch. However, those ugly tears in your down jacket or slices in your ski pants will eventually need some attention. Until now in Revelstoke, you either had to be handy with a needle and thread or have a relative or kindly neighbour nearby who was. Not all of us are that lucky.
“Because every garment is constructed so differently the cost varies,” explains Dale. “I have a base price and I go from there depending on how it's designed.” She is not taking on alterations to formal or wedding wear, as there are other seamstresses in Revelstoke, who specialize in that type of clothing.
by Pauline Hunt
Started by five-year local resident, Dale Goudry, Alter Nation is another great new business filling a niche in town for skiers, hikers, bikers and climbers. Having sewn for several years, Dale honed her skills under the tutelage of a Mountain Equipment Co-op repair seamstress in Calgary. “That was really helpful,” says Dale. “I learned how to work with all the technical fabrics.” She's set up to work with any kind of technical gear; gore-tex, down, microfibre, cordura, straps, zippers, snaps, etc. Since starting last fall she has had a steady influx of items dropped off. The turnaround time is generally two days to a week, depending on the work involved; but overnight service is available for those last-minute emergencies. Dale suggests you look through your winter gear and get it fixed up now so you'll be ready to rip when the powder returns. Orders can stack up in the winter months so it's best to be prepared early. It's not just ski gear that Dale works with. She also does alterations and repairs to casual clothing. Pants too long? Want to turn that skirt into a mini? Can't bear to part with those favourite, shredded jeans? Bring 'em all in. Her prices
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The possibilities are endless. Dale showed me a before and after photo of a pair of jeans ripped almost in half. After a few hours of attention they looked almost new. She can add customizations to gear and refresh things that were headed to the garbage. Recycling tired clothing not only keeps a cottage industry going, it reduces waste to our local landfill - a win-win situation all around. Dale has arranged for Wearabouts as the drop-off location, where she also works part-time. You might be able to catch her there to discuss your alteration ideas or contact her via her website, www.alternation.ca Most of her business so far has been from word-of-mouth recommendations. Dale is happy to report she has a lot of return business once people try out her services. I know I'll be heading over there soon; there's a pile of clothes in my basement that have been waiting for their new lease on life for too long. Hmmm, wonder if that teal green and purple MEC backpack will come back into style? If your clothing is new, be sure to wash it once before bringing them in to allow for shrinkage. Drop off your clean garments at the Wearabouts store on Mackenzie Ave. in Revelstoke or at their Vernon and Salmon Arm locations. Check out her website at www.alter-nation.ca for photos of recent work and more information.
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Repair done on tear in gortex fabric. Photo: Dale Goudry
We're Everywhere!
The Revelstoke Art Council Presents
Concert Series 2011-12 ROBERT BRUCE - SILENT MOVIE ACCOMPANIMENT Saturday, Oct. 22 7:30 p.m. $12 Venue: Nickleodeon Museum MARY MURPHY - IRISH MUSIC Thursday, Oct. 27 7:30 p.m. $15 Venue: United Church ALEX CUBA Tuesday, Nov. 15 7:30 p.m. $20 Venue: TBA *SKI BUM - THE MUSICAL Monday, Feb 6 and Tuesday, Feb. 7 7:30 p.m. $TBA Venue: Community Centre *FIGURA THEATRE - PUPPETRY Wednesday, Feb. 8 6:30 p.m. $10 Venue: Community Centre BALLET KELOWNA Wednesday, Mar. 14 6:30 p.m. $20 Venue: Community Centre CARLOS DEL JUNCO Sunday, Mar. 25 7:30 p.m. $20 Venue: TBA DENIS CHANG MANOUCHE TRIO Thursday, Apr. 5 7:30 p.m. $20 Venue: TBA
Please note ticket price for children under 12 is $5 for every concert. Season and Family Passes will be on sale in early September.
Pat Wells reads his copy of Reved while travelling in Playa Guiones in Nosara, Costa Rica. Photo: Patricia Wells
*These concerts are part of the Spirit Festival 2012
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"What keeps your spirits up during our sometimes dreary fall weather?" Paul O'Keefe "Low water creeking (boating), hot springs and skateboarding!"
Young gardeners remove clumps of sod to make a bigger garden this year. Photo: Sandra
The Community Garden by Arden Davis, aged 11 and a half My name is Arden Davis. I am 11 and a half and am part of a children’s community garden in Revelstoke.
With 11 kids in total working on the garden this year, it has grown several feet in size. All the kids from last year have continued and Gisele and Kai Atkinson and Hannah Bellerose have newly joined the garden.
The community garden is a place where we can learn new things and hang out with friends. It was started a year ago by my mom, Sandra Davis. The garden was given to her by a lady named Myrna Iaconette.
First year gardener Hannah Bellerose likes the garden because ”the garden is a special place where we learn to plant and we can have fun. It is also one of those peaceful places you can go to even if you’re grounded and can see your friends. It’s also one of those once in a life time experiences.”
Originally it was Myrna’s parents’ house and garden. When Myrna’s parents passed away, Myrna covered the small, once prized garden, in black plastic to rest for seven years. Sandra met Myrna through a mutual friend. Sandra knew how much Myrna’s parents got joy out of the garden and gave her the opportunity to breathe new life on the garden. Sandra wanted to do this project to see if the model would work in a larger area, like the new elementary school. She thinks that all kids will need to know how to grow food in the future and wants to see gardening taught in school as part of science class. It was actually my idea for the garden because I wanted to share it with some of my friends. Sandra totally agreed with me and a new dream was born. Sandra let the kids in because they were my friends and she knew how they all would be eager to plant and that for some it would be a new experience, both for the kids and for some of the parents. So along with me, Sandra invited Chloe and her brother Andreas Suchovs, Elizabeth Elliot and her little sister Jaclyn, Josi Koerber, Shey Townley and Tettey Tetteh. The garden was divided into nine plots for each kid and an extra plot for peas. Steadily the garden grew and grew until it was a little personal jungle. The garden was a place where we could all get together and have a picnic, climb trees or fall out of trees. The garden has two pear trees, one cherry tree and a plum tree and very fine soil that never stops nurturing our beautiful garden.
The first year of the garden was, in my opinion, better then the second year. The weather was better last year and things grew better. “The garden is doing super well,” says Sandra. “Not only are the kids learning, they are eating super good food”.
Lisa Moore "I like going to Brakemans Beach to collect drift wood!"
Donna Zmaeff "I find fall beautiful rather then dreary with all the colours changing!"
Krista Carnegie "Knowing that I'll probably be leaving the country for a while!"
Many parents are also having much fun with the garden. Everyone is helping out and chipping in on weeding, planting, building composters, harvesting and mowing the lawn. Almost every other day I go with a friend or by myself. The lawn has grown a good couple of inches and there are lots of weeds, so mowing is very important. I got a chance to interview Gizelle Atkinson. She said, “My favourite thing about the garden is that you don’t have to go to the store to buy vegetables and you get to be outside. You get fresh air and you get to be with friends. "My least favourite thing about the garden is that there isn’t much sun and I don’t like the weeding because it’s not that fun.”
Donna Peterson "It used to be the kids going back to school.... OH! Football! CFL playoffs!
Cory Beisel "Hanging out with my boy!"
I also had a chance to interview Chloe and Josi. Josi said “I like the garden because it’s a good way to see your friends without being inside by yourself.” “I think it’s too small. We need more space and I think we need more people. I was really excited when Arden asked me to join. It’s like seeing a peacock fluff its feathers, A.K.A it’s amazing.” I think overall the community garden has been a great experience these two years and we continue to grow in our knowledge along with the stuff in our garden.
Ronald Hynds "It's not long before I go south to Mexico! I hate dreary weather!"
Kevan McCroy "Well, coffee of course!"
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Interviews and photos by Tayla Koerber
Heritage Moments
Isabel Coursier: Ski Jumping Pioneer by Heather Lea
Editor's Note: This is an excerpt from a previously published article in Experience The Mountain Parks magazine, www.experiencemountainparks.ca
During the 1920’s, it wasn’t normal for a female to imagine competing in sports - particularly if that sport was male dominated - but for Isabel Patricia Coursier, ski jumping was as natural as playing in the snow. Isabel, born March 21, 1906, was 16 years old when she broke a world record jumping 84 ft (60 m) in her Revelstoke hometown at what is now referred to as the Nels Nelsen Historic Ski Jump. From that day forward Isabel was celebrated as being the first female world champion ski jumper. In a ski tournament held in Washington state on the 4th of July, 1923 Isabel marveled her audience once again jumping on the icy slopes of Mount Rainier. For this exhibition, she received a special medal and standing ovation from the distinguished audience, which included then U.S. president Warren Harding. During this time, Revelstoke was well-known in ski circles for having one of the best ski hills in the world. An excerpt from the RevelIsabel Coursier in Revelstoke, circa 1925. Photo courtesy of Revelstoke Museum & Archives stoke Review in 1927 quoted a reporter from the Calgary Herald, who claimed, “Revelstoke…boasts son’s approach,” saying the need for ski lifts and tows was largely the greatest ski hill in the world.” The Revelstoke Ski Club was also to blame for many ski accidents. Muscles did not have the chance famed to have produced some of the finest skiers in the world. to condition properly when the skier rode a lift and just glided down in what she deemed ‘a monotonous cycle.’ A member of the Ski Club, Isabel confidently jumped alongside her male contemporaries, such as Nels Nelsen, an immigrant from Isabel Coursier was ski jumping world champion from 1922-29, Norway to Revelstoke, who also held a world record for his jump of even while juggling her studies at the McGill School of Physical Edu240ft (80m). In practice jumps, Isabel exceeded 100ft (30m) and cation in Montreal and teaching physical education in Victoria. She was the first female to jump unsupported by a male. The few women did eventually give up competitive ski jumping for her career, still who did venture into ski jumping contests came down the jump carrying the distinction of “uncontested champion”. Although an holding the hand of a male jumper. excerpt from Sam Wormington’s, The Ski Race, states that in 1927 there was some confusion over a New Hampshire girl, who claimed A trapper named Bob Blackmore made Isabel a pair of skis when the record held by Isabel. she was eight years old, which was all she needed to get on her way. In an interview circa 1968, at 62 years old, Isabel stated, “I am ap- The American Ski Association did not recognize jumps made on the palled at the commercialism youngsters are exposed to these days Revelstoke hill during Isabel’s time as world champion. However, and very sorry for parents who are trying to keep up with kids who the matter was recorded as having gone into rectification and there want to take part in winter sports.” Imagine what she would think was no documentation the title was ever taken away from her. Isaof the industry today. “We did not go in for expensive equipment… bel’s jump in 1922 remained the world’s record for the time being. parents simply could not afford all the fancy gear that seems to be Her last recorded jump was in 1929. standard today.” In 1938, Isabel went to Britain where she taught phys-ed for many And there was no such thing as special sport clothing either. Ath- years. During the next 25 years she would frequently go back and letes used improvised methods and whatever worked at the time. forth across the ocean never seeming to make a choice between the Isabel would often be seen jumping in army riding britches, men’s UK and B.C. She was a ski instructor in Scotland in 1952 and repants and even her bloomers. turned to Canada that same year to teach in Nanaimo. In 1954, Isabel returned to study art in Glasgow, where she lived until 1959. She As an athletic star, Isabel was noticed for her true character. The then left for Canada to teach in Vancouver. Two years later, Isabel media portrayed her fresh youth and modesty as attractive; her ser- found herself back in Scotland where she taught until her retirement iousness was endearing. Her success didn’t have anything to do with in 1967 when she again moved back to Canada and settled in Parksexpensive coaching or equipment. She had no formal coaching. ville on Vancouver Island. “None of us ever did, to my knowledge. I never saw anybody coaching anyone,” Isabel remarked in a 1977 interview, “That’s why [we all had] the different styles.” Isabel did not use chairlifts. She declared riding lifts was “the lazy per9
Isabel Coursier died October 16, 1980 at the age of 74. There is no record of her ever marrying.
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When the sister was finished I made a dash to move under the water pump again. But no. No, no, no…I was ordered to sit and wait. So there I squatted, the clay caking on my hair while the Katrina Ballance in the hijab women talked non-stop standing she was legally obligated to around me. What they were saywear throughout Pakistan and Iran. Photo: Norman ing I had no idea. I do know there Winter were smiles, which was comforting but anything else was beyond me. Whatever they were talking about, they had a lot to say. At last I was told to move under the The Iron Butterfly awaits its journey through Pakistan and Iran. Photo: Katrina Ballance water to wash off the dried paste, the sister offering to give me a hand again but I swiftly shifted my position and got to in the story. To travel through some of these countries Ambushed in Pakistan work removing the paste. legally my partner and I needed to be married; I would by Katrina Ballance be put in jail if not. So thanks to a computer wizard and friends we had a mock ceremony and certificate made But as I moved to wipe the "magic child bearing clay" I was on a motorcycle adventure with my then-part- before we left. Keeping in mind the different cultural off... all my hair came with it! ner in 2001, travelling from India to Europe on an old customs you can just imagine how many times we were 1-cylinder Enfield 500 we called the Iron Butterfly. asked where our kids were. In comparison to what was As bald as the day I was born, all I could find to say From Pakistan and through Iran I had to wear a trad- normal in Pakistan we were old in our mid-thirties to was, “Oh my god. Oh my god!” over and over. What else could I say? The women now looked quite pleased itional outfit called a hijab that pretty much covered all not to have kids. with themselves including the sister, who after hearing of me. In some of the bigger cities of Iran women may at times wear more "western" outfits and not cover So back to the home where the conversation, gestures me exclaim my disbelief over and over had now learntheir heads but in the rural areas we drove through it and facial games, got to the point where we were asked ed three English words: “Oh my god…” once again where our kids were. Well, we became acwould have been trouble for me not to be covered. customed to acting out with great expressions of hap- When I met up with my partner moments later I simply stated, “You’re never going to believe what just At the border crossing between Pakistan and Iran there piness and surprise that we were just married. happened to me!” were even pictures in the buildings of what women needed to wear and look like to enter. Even though We were asked to spend the night. We couldn’t refuse we tried to respect and fit in with the customs of these and this started a huge momentum of festivities in There was no time to explain my new "spa" treatment countries, travelling with a man who is over six feet tall what was now a full-fledged party. The women decided to him. There was dinner to prepare, other family to and with our loud and proud Iron Butterfly, we stuck I should go out to the courtyard and clean up under the meet and eventually great dancing and music. The hand-pump. There were maybe five to seven women family at one point dressed us up in traditional outout and drew attention. surrounding me. The men were told to stay put in the fits and put us in poses to take pictures. It wasn’t until On one of many staggeringly hot days we pulled the house, however the young neighbour boys were climb- hours and hours later, laying under the stars that I was Iron Butterfly off onto a quiet road to sit in the shade ing on rooftops to take a peek inside the courtyard. able to talk about my "ambush." My partner looked as and eat a watermelon given to us that morning. During They were quickly sent away with a slew of words and surprised as I probably did when my hand went down for the first swipe and we laughed as quietly as we our rest from the sun two brothers rode up to us on chucked shoes. could. bicycles. This is where the adventure within the advenThe women gestured for me to take off my clothes and ture began. they would pump out some water for me to freshen up. Before we continued on the next day, I bought some of Communication was always interesting seeing as Urdo, Nervously I took off my hijab down to my sports bra the packages of paste as presents for some of the girls the national language of Pakistan, couldn’t be further and underwear. Well this wasn’t good enough. While back home. The ladies were pleased and I couldn’t help away from English and although my partner could I stood like a fish out of water the women nattered thinking that I'd helped some sisters out. around me about something I couldn’t understand. understand a little Urdo, it was never enough. They gestured I was to take it all off. Already feeling We had a wonderful time with our caretakers. A great Through hand and facial gestures the two broth- naked in front of all these women hovering around me party, dancing and laughing and a rich, marvellous ers eagerly invited us to their house. Well sure, we made it very nerve-wracking taking off the last two feast even though they had nothing. Truly beautiful articles but I did reluctantly. With the amount of chat- people. thought…how nice. ter and look of concern going on between the women To give a better visual of where we were at this time, during my strip down I could only guess that they were we were out in the boondocks. Somewhere between discussing my pasty white skin. Lahore and Multan, put-putting slowly southwest towards the Baluchistan Desert where we were sure As I sat beneath the water pump cleaning, one woman scenes from the movie Mad Max or Star Wars were in- jumped in to wash my long hair with what looked like spired. The location was dry, flat and brown with small hand soap, while another, her sister, handed me a cup communities here and there that, if seen from above, with pasty white clay inside. The sister gestured for me would probably look something like mice mazes. Each to apply this clay-like substance to my girl parts and house had high clay walls with courtyards and maybe armpits. I tried my best non-verbal "thank you, it’s OK", gestures but by this point I was unable to deny one small building within. this group of women, who seemed bound and deWe followed our new friends through these small pas- termined to have me naked. I had to just trust these sageways; our Iron Butterfly was loud and grumbly, women were "helping a sister out." On top of the fact Got a great drawing attention to us as foreigners. When we ar- that there was no way of understanding what this paste travel story? rived at their home many other family members came was, I thought, OK just a dab. I reasoned that maybe to greet us, maybe around 14 people. After their sur- it was some ‘good luck fertility’ clay for happy newlySend us your best/worst/ prised looks at what the brothers had brought home, weds to bare children. I dipped one finger in quickly or most heinous story from travelling anywhere we were ushered into one building the size of a typical and dabbed it sparingly onto my armpits and girl parts. in the world and you may master bedroom. Here we were told to sit on the only read it here in the next issue! bed while all of the family, and now neighbours, sat on That didn’t cut it. The sister, who right from the beginthe floor. We were treated as royalty and had a won- ning was a dominant, get-her-way kinda gal, decided derful time laughing at who-knows-what, carrying on to give me a hand and applied it accordingly. To my great surprise she jumped right in with no inhibition to topics of conversations we pretended to know. E-mail: editor@reved.net help me apply it properly – everywhere. Yes it needed I would like to give a bit of background at this point to be applied so much thicker than the simple dab I
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The Intimacy of the House Concert by Stephanie Ballendine
As the days become shorter and cooler, our activities change with the weather and we tend to look for things to do on long winter evenings. Revelstoke is fortunate as it has a vivacious and active population keen on supporting the arts. Music is a big part of our community in both summer and winter and in recent years there have been additions to the selection of musical activities in our town. One of these activities has been the increasing number of house concerts in Revelstoke. A house concert is a musical concert performed in someone's private home, basement, barn, apartment, backyard or wherever. Hosts usually invite their network of friends and may offer an invitation to the public as well. At least six residents have opened up their living space to hold private house concerts in Revelstoke in 2011. These events bring people, often complete strangers, together in a casual setting to hear live music and support the independent arts. Refreshments are usually brought by the audience or provided by the host using a portion of the door proceeds. The logistics of holding a house concert can become complicated. The host must choose a musician that will appeal to the audience as well as consider audience capacity of the home, how to collect payment, sound system equipment and parking requirements. House concerts are generally run on a not-for-profit basis with ticket or door proceeds going directly to the artist. The host ultimately sets the parameters – is this a family or adult event, can guests bring their own beverages, should there be food served and how long will the show be? Of course, the homeowners are ultimately responsible for a safe and enjoyable event for their guest musician and audience, so careful planning is key to a successful event. I recently attended a house concert – in a garage, in Revelstoke. There was a U-shaped skateboard ramp at
the end of the garage that served well as a stage and everyone brought lawn chairs. There was a bonfire outside and away from the venue for people to chat and several dogs were wandering around during the show, stopping by my chair for a friendly scratch under the chin. In all, it was a pleasant evening; I made some new acquaintances and it was fun to talk with the musicians afterwards. Travelling musicians enjoy house concerts as well. It is an intimate experience and they enjoy interacting with their audience in a relaxed atmosphere. Sometimes performers get meals and lodging from the host as part of their compensation and they are very happy to have a homecooked meal for a change. Tickets are sold or donations are taken at the door to help support the artist and you can buy an autographed CD directly from the source, eliminating middleman mark-up costs. Anyone can host a house concert and you can find unlimited resources to do so on the internet. Some bed and breakfasts’ host them as well. I've travelled to a B&B in Oliver, B.C. to see Alice Stuart (of the Formerly's) and another time to see Rita Chiarelli. The audience held about 40 people and I got to meet these musicians face to face. After these encounters, I decided to start hosting house concerts on a non-profit basis in my home as well, for the sheer enjoyment of the experience. Minto Manor B&B has recently finished hosting a series of house concert performances and several private citizens have taken it upon themselves to host in Revelstoke, as well. I encourage you to watch for posters in your local coffee shop or at thestoke.ca for house concerts this fall and winter. Get out and enjoy some live music, make some new friends and support the independent arts. Editor’s Note: Stephanie Ballendine owns the beautiful Amble Inn B&B, is a member of the Revelstoke band, Sister Girl, and hosts fabulous house concerts. If you have any questions or suggestions regarding house concerts in Revelstoke, contact Stephanie at 250-837-4665. 11
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As the long, sultry days of summer are pierced by the crisp chill of autumn, thoughts turn to the dark, hungry winter ahead. The days grow quietly shorter, preparing us for a hibernation. To make it through winter there is harvesting work to be done in the fall. Tomato plants hang heavy with gleaming red orbs, ripe for the picking. Squash, in their usual promiscuous fashion, are lazily lying about, quietly challenging your culinary prowess. How many ways can a zucchini find its way into your dinner? Potatoes silently await rescue from the loamy depths where they have magically multiplied and a virtual forest of hearty kale greens sways quietly in the breeze. Apple trees are dripping with fruit begging to be tucked away for pie making later in winter and hundreds of plums still wait to be dehydrated for that quick mid-winter energy fix. The wily goat will provide milk and cheese all winter long and the chickens their meat and eggs but they, too, must be fed. Okay, hold up. Goats? Chickens? Who’s kidding who here? Let’s end this whimsical fairy tale of yesteryear. Coopers Foods is just around the corner where food fare from all corners of the earth will be trucked in all winter long leaving Revelstokian’s free from the drudgery of farming and able to pursue other things. Like skiing, for example. In today’s western world where bins of gleaming produce and shelves of neatly butchered meat flank cavernous, food-filled warehouses, food is largely taken for granted. Freezers full of brightly packaged meals and entire aisles of cleverly marketed beverages all vie for our attention. Around here, surviving the winter means not breaking a leg on the ski hill or falling head first into a powdery tree well. Vast mono-cultures, single crop farms, of high yielding crop varieties treated with chemical fertilizers and toxic pesticides and herbicides have made it possible to mass produce an astronomical amount of food. But this way of farming takes its toll on the planet by degrading the soil, polluting waterways and endangering species that hinder crop production. Growing our own food is a small but rewarding way to reduce our reliance on this sort of farming. But growing the food is only half the battle. When harvest time comes, what’s an amateur farmer to do with summer’s bounty? Fall is a time for long, cozy afternoons in the kitchen. The steady drone of the food dehydrator and the bubbling of the canning pot drowning out the sound of raindrops on the rooftop. Great piles of shiny, red apples await their meeting with the peeler’s blade; a cauldron of tomato sauce simmers on the stove top, angry red droplets splashing the wall behind. There is perhaps, a batch of plum jam sealing in the canning pot and mom is busy milling wheat into flour, which she will use to make bread. Whoops…did it again! Digressed into a fanciful tale of days gone by. A canning pot is easy to come by. In fact, canning supplies can often be found at the local thrift store. To safely preserve high acid food (pH of 4.6 or lower) such as fruit, tomatoes and pickles, one needs only a large pot of boiling water and a few mason jars with lids. Low acid foods such as meat and vegetables require temperatures above the boiling point (100 degrees Celcius) in order to destroy all harmful bacteria, therefore a pressure cooker is needed to safely can the food.
Earth bounty from Alison Lapshinoff's garden. Photo: Alison Lapshinoff
sentially doing is boiling out the liquid to make a thick sauce. When the desired consistency is reached, puree the sauce and strain it through a sieve to remove all the bits of skin and seeds. Dress it up with salt, pepper, maybe a dash of sugar and some herbs before being canning or freezing. Tomatoes also dehydrate well. Once dry, pack them into mason jars with a few garlic cloves, basil leaves and olive oil to cover. You’ll be amazed how many tomatoes pack into one jar. Herbs can be tied in bunches and hung in a ventilated place out of the sun to dry. Parsley and basil leaves store well by pureeing them with olive oil then freezing in ice cube trays. These can easily be popped into mid-winter pasta dishes. Jam is as simple as fruit, sugar and a big pot. Just keep simmering till the desired consistency is reached. Test your jam by cooling a teaspoonful in the fridge to make sure it has a nice gel. All those zucchinis that we so quickly tire of can be grated and frozen to be made into zucchini bread or perhaps a quick addition to quiche. Winter squash like butternut and spaghetti will store for ages in a cool, dark place. In fact, most root crops will store well in these conditions. Most green veggies can be blanched and frozen. Just give them a quick dip in a pot of boiling water before refreshing in a bowl of ice water. This preserves the colour and stops the cooking process. Things like peas and beans can be frozen on a tray in a single layer to keep them from clumping together before bagging. Spinach can simply be packed into freezer bags. Growing, harvesting and preserving your own food is a rewarding and healthy hobby in a food culture fuelled by pesticides and packaging. It’s easy to forget that only in the last century or so has it become optional. Which begs the question: whose diet is healthier? The poor, overworked peasants of yesteryear struggling to put a few root crops in the cellar so they might live through another long, Canadian winter or us; overfed and often undernourished in a world of convenience food, fortified cereal and multivitamins? By the way, canning is an exact science requiring specific boiling times in order to do it safely. Bernardin has an excellent recipe book that covers all the basics.
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