Showing posts with label Cowichan Bay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cowichan Bay. Show all posts

Monday, June 21, 2010

A Different Type of Creativity

Over the last 6 weeks we have been working overtime in order to get my parents estate in shape and sell their home. It's been difficult to come to terms with, but practicality dictates its sale.

Although my Father never worked professionally as a jeweller, he graduated from Ryerson Institute of Technology (about a year behind the famous Bill Reid!) in jewellery design. He was always able to work in metal and wood and passed on that love to me. Some of his best advice was "measure twice, cut once" or "I cut it twice and it was still too short!" and about power tools: "It doesn't stop when you say ouch".
My Mother had a different type of creative streak, one that I lack. She could arrange flowers and "things" like no one I know. Give me some flowers to arrange, and well, you just don't want to be there.... Poor flowers. She created with her hands and heart and loved her gardens.

Their ultimate act of creation was this home overlooking Cowichan Bay on Vancouver Island. They designed it, my Dad built a lot of it. They could be an amazing team. They would kid that he was a do-it-yourself husband with a get-it-done wife. Sadly when she passed away, the get-it-done drive was gone and the spiral staircase in the silo remains unfinished, as have a number of other projects.
If you know of anyone looking for a home on the Westcoast, about 40 minutes from Victoria, there is one available.... Please contact Nick Brown

Pst! It needs a get-it-done person to love it!

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Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Bitter and Sweet


What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.
~Pericles

We spent all day yesterday doing yard work on my parents' half acre overlooking Cowichan Bay in preparation for selling it. A few years ago, my Dad had their huge (and rotting inside) maple tree cut down and hauled away. Years before, my Mom had placed a wooden birdhouse high on its trunk, out of reach of naughty kitties. We uncovered that birdhouse yesterday. It is still there, at the base of the stump, now a home to ivy....