Monthly Archives: September 2022
Friday September 2, 2022
Saturday September 3, 2022
Sunday September 4, 2022
Lynn's Comments: I remember being about three years old and riding my tricycle down 5th Street in North Vancouver. The wheels squeaked so loudly that one of our neighbours came out and oiled them for me. Funny the things you remember!
Monday September 5, 2022
Tuesday September 6, 2022
Lynn's Comments: When my son was in high school, he had left a pair of shoes in the front hall—again. As I bent down to pick them up, I noticed how big they were. I remembered how tiny his shoes had been just a short while ago. I realized he and his feet were now the size of an adult and it wouldn't be long before I would be wishing his shoes were still in the hallway.
Wednesday September 7, 2022
Lynn's Comments: A friend who used a wheelchair surprised me when she told me all of the things she had accomplished that summer; I hadn't done half of the things she had done! She told me that one of her favourite songs was: "Anything you can do, I can do better."
Thursday September 8, 2022
Friday September 9, 2022
Lynn's Comments: I once thought of making a stick-on sign that said, "Baby, I'm bored."
Saturday September 10, 2022
Sunday September 11, 2022
Monday September 12, 2022
Tuesday September 13, 2022
Wednesday September 14, 2022
Thursday September 15, 2022
Friday September 16, 2022
Saturday September 17, 2022
Lynn's Comments: This story is an embarrassing piece of personal history. I was in junior high school when they decided to raise the bus fares. One of the students was a real activist and she organized a rally to protest.
Sunday September 18, 2022
Monday September 19, 2022
Lynn's Comments: Filled with righteous indignation and thrilled with the excitement of getting involved, I happily joined the protest.
Tuesday September 20, 2022
Lynn's Comments: I was given a placard, which read, "Boycott BC Hydro"” This was the company that governed the Vancouver transit lines at the time. I had read nothing about the reasons behind the bus fare hike and had no idea what "boycott" meant.
Wednesday September 21, 2022
Lynn's Comments: We all marched down the main streets of Vancouver, lead by our righteous leader—screaming for justice.
Thursday September 22, 2022
Lynn's Comments: Here's irony for you: we all lived in North Vancouver and had to take the bus into the city in order to protest the bus fare hike.
Friday September 23, 2022
Lynn's Comments: Our enraged and noisy parade made it to the BC Hydro building where we demanded to see the Minister of Transportation. We were told that he was not in the building and that we should make our concerns known in writing. We were too excited and energized to be reasoned with. This was exciting!
Saturday September 24, 2022
Lynn's Comments: As we protested and blocked a city street, we wondered if we'd get our photos in the paper and be interviewed. Meanwhile, my parents, sitting at home, thought I was hanging out with friends after school. They had no idea what I was really doing.
Sunday September 25, 2022
Lynn's Comments: When I was about three years old, my aunt had given me a pair of very frilly under pants. The entire backside was ruffled, and I was thrilled with them. So much so that I went around the neighbourhood lifting my skirt to show them off. I didn't understand why my dad was so upset or why he made me come home and put on a pair of overalls.
Monday September 26, 2022
Lynn's Comments: The authorities were called. We were surrounded by cameras and police.
Tuesday September 27, 2022
Lynn's Comments: As we protested, our parents were watching the evening news at home and saw the live coverage of a student protest at the Vancouver Hydro building.
Wednesday September 28, 2022
Lynn's Comments: In the middle of the crowd of protesters my dad saw me holding my placard and shouting for justice.
Thursday September 29, 2022
Lynn's Comments: My dad jumped in the car and drove as fast as he could into the city.
Friday September 30, 2022
Lynn's Comments: Dad found my friends and me in the crowd and demanded we get into the car.
