Our painting displays were usually somewhere near where we lived in Vancouver… like Stanly Park.
One day a man came over to me and said he really liked my sketches of old buildings, and my husband’s work, as well.
He owned a mall at Williams Lake and another one in Quesnel, and anytime we wanted to show our paintings there, just see the manager and tell him/her that he had invited us!
As my sister lived in Quesnel, that was a wonderful opportunity for a working vacation! We spent a week at the mall in Quesnel, then traveled down to Williams Lake and spent another week there. The first time, we stayed in a motel, but that wasn’t too great an idea… too much noise from party goers.
The second year we decided to stay in the van …. but where to park that was safe? We stopped at the police station and asked where was the best place for us, and they said to park in the police parking lot!
When we left town, I took a box of chocolates to them along with a thank you note…. And we were always welcome to stay there any time we wanted to!.
Our camperized van was well known around Vancouver as my husband painted a picture on the sides of it. The only picture I have of it was taken at the Abbotsford air show, with the doors open to let some fresh air in.
Getting back to Stanley Park. When I made bacon and eggs for breakfast, or a hamburger for lunch, it drove the other artists up the wall. You could smell what I was cooking for quite a distance, and the concession stand wasn’t open that early. Onion soup did the same!
Here I go again… switching to another memory. I hope you will stay with me and see where I get us!
There are many fond memories of the people we met there. One Chinese Canadian boy , must have been in his early twenties, would stop by and tell us jokes! Like someone would say to him “Why don’t you go back where you came from?” and his reply was “To Kamloops?” He had some kind of disability that kept him from holding a job… but he would help his mom. When she made strawberry tarts, he would bring some to us!
At times he disrupted things. My husband would be doing a portrait, with people standing around watching, and he would start telling some of his jokes… Everyone was laughing, including my husband and the model! We did enjoy seeing him, and he seemed to enjoy visiting with us.