VACATIONING WITH DEATH: WHAT I DID THIS SUMMER…PART I

This is the first of a series called ‘Vacationing with Death: What I did this Summer’.

Well, it’s a bleak January morning so I thought I’d look for some brightness in the wake of the Lunar New Year. During a bout of nostalgia in the darker part of the annual cycle I decided I would share what I did over my summer break. That’s right! I’m going to share my holiday pics with you all…well the ones that have to do with Death, cemeteries, ghost towns, natural disasters, and finding positive moments that interrupt Death (Death with Interruptions by Nobel Prize winner Saramago was one of my summer reads – highly recommend it).

Up first – pictures and a myth about one of Alberta’s worst ever NATURAL DISASTERS: FRANK SLIDE

Views of Turtle Mountain and slide debris from Frank Slide Interpretive Centre walk – yes, those are people in the distance in the first image.

THE MYTH ABOUT “FRANKIE SLIDE”

A persistent story that lingers long after the devastating and tragic natural disaster known as the Frank Slide of 1903 is that a baby girl survived the collapse of the East face of Turtle Mountain near the town of Frank, in the Crowsnest Pass. It took only 100 seconds to bury the valley floor in 14 metres of rock, disperse 44 million cubic metres of limestone, killing at least 90 of the 600 residents. The rocks buried homes, mines, railway lines, and the Crowsnest Pass River. The rocks slid at 120 km/hr and the booming thunder of noise was heard as far north as Cochrane, 200km away.

But back to the myth of ‘Frankie Slide’, the baby girl supposedly found sitting on a rock in the wake of the slide. This is not true. There never was a ‘Frankie Slide’, there were, however, three known young survivors. These young girls were three of 23 survivors of the slide who lived on Manitoba Avenue on the southeastern edge of town. Fernie Watkins, 3 years old, was found outside of her family home; Marion Leitch, only 27 months old, was supposedly found on a pile of hay near her home, presumably thrown there by the force of the catastrophe. And finally, Gladys Ennis, the youngest at 15 months, was saved by her parents after choking on mud. It’s possible that the eponymous young survivor may very well be an amalgamation of these three survivors, but none were named Frankie Slide.

View from roadside historical stop. Railway tracks are still used on the other side of the rock verge. The car is a Prius to give some sense of scale

To put this catastrophe into perspective let’s start with statistics about the rock slide itself (source: ww.frankslide.ca/learn):

  • 1 km wide
  • 425 metres high
  • 150 metres thick
  • 3 square kilometres of the valley floor was buried under 14 metres of limestone and some as deep as 45 metres deep.

To picture this geological terror, using the debris, a wall could be built from Victoria BC to Halifax NS that was 1 metre wide, by 6 metres high, approximately 4,480 km in a straight line. (Sidenote: I actually went to school in England with a ‘dry stone mason’ who could probably build that wall.)

Image credit: https://www.merchantandmakers.com/history-of-dry-stone-walls/

Twenty survivors were pulled from the wreckage in the immediate aftermath. Of the 90 missing or dead residents only 12 bodies were originally recovered because the rock coverage was too thick and most rocks too large to move. In 1922 road construction uncovered the cottage of the Clark family, and six bodies of members of the family were recovered.

Even in such desolation and destruction, life finds a way to continue and grow. View of Slide debris from Frank Slide Interpretive Centre walk.

Another slide is imminent. In fact, scientists continue to monitor Turtle Mountain’s movements – yep, it’s true, it moves a few millimetres each year towards the northeast. They have calculated that new slides are likely to occur near a series of large cracks found in the South and Third Peaks zones. When a slide does occur, it would likely be about 1/6 the size of the original slide of April, 14, 1903.

You can learn more by visiting the Frank Slide Interpretive Centre in person at Crowsnest Pass, Alberta or online at www.frankslide.ca

PHOTO CREDITS: All photographs by author unless otherwise noted.

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JUMPING For JOY!

Sign up starts tomorrow, September 1, 2022 for my ‘Novel Alternatives’ to traditional funeral practices an interactive lecture with the #calgarypubliclibrary . It’s free but limited space.

Sombre wakes, black clothing, or graveside mourning not your style – want to learn about what else you can do to celebrate your’s or a loved one’s life? This free, interactive lecture At Memorial Library, part of the Calgary Public Library, will introduce you to a wide range of other funeral and burial practices available in Calgary. Some alternatives sparkle like the morning dew, others allow you to become one with the world, still others allow you to share yourself with all your loved ones in creative and artistic ways.

Click here for the CPL sign-up page and further info. Or go to the Calgary Public Library website events page and search art and death.

Photo/illustration credit: Dr.Dam

Sandon, BC: A Ghost Town that Won’t Die (Easily, If It Ever Did

This is part of a series called ‘Vacationing with Death: What I did this Summer’.

So why Sandon, BC? Why speak about it? Visit it? Take photos and then share online? Why is it a Ghost town, when there has been at least one resident living there since 1891, when galena ore was discovered by Eli Carpenter and Jack Seaton? All good questions that I hope to reasonably respond to below.

To give you an idea of the town as it is today, here are some photos of the remaining landmarks: The oldest continuously operated hydro-electric dam in Canada, the Historical Society Museum, and the eponymous river, a historical photo of the town in 1942, and a couple of control panels that help work the Dam (LOL). Photos by Dr.Dam 2022 unless otherwise stated

Rebuilt Sandon, BC. 1918. Photo found in Turnbull, 1988.

So why Sandon, BC? Well, the hermeneut in me wants to rephrase that question, so I will: What is my relationship with Sandon, BC that makes me want to speak about it? Glad you asked: Sandon is personal to me as I visited it with a family member whose relatives, only two generations ago, lived and worked there; so that’s the first part of the complicated response. And it’s because it was part of what I did this Summer, so now this entry is part of the Vacationing with Death collection. Sandon is classed as a Ghost Town (Turnbull) and who doesn’t like to visit a good ghost town? It, also, could be argued that Sandon is also a drowned town, and a burnt down town (but I get ahead of myself).

But first, a quick note on how complicated history is, and how there are no ‘correct answers’ or a ‘single truth’. Rather history is a complex web of facts, experiences, contradictory records, perspectives, and interpretations. I endeavour here to offer a deeper dive (with a personal connection) into the fascinating history of what the very enthusiastic Sandon Historical Society volunteers called ‘the curse of Sandon’.

WHY IS IT ‘CURSED’?

Well because it appears to me that the mountains did not want it there. It has been burned, buried, and drowned. Multiple times. It was a city built on the prospect of mining rich deposits of galena ore and all that follow miners, prospectors, and the wealthy. At its peak, Sandon included 300 mines, over 5,000 people, 29 hotels, 28 saloons, three breweries, and a bevy of brothels (89 of them so it is claimed in the Museum), a school, hospital, curling rink, and a bowling alley. A fire on May 3, 1900, started behind the Spencer’s Opera House (yes, it had an opera house!) burnt the main street to the ground; numerous landslides claimed miners lives every year, and then there were the avalanches. There was the one in 1907 that caused extensive damage, and for another example, the one that as a result of the Depression in the early 1930s had locals cutting their own wood from the forest leaving the town very vulnerable to snow slides. In the dark skies of a February afternoon, a snowslide claimed the life of a little girl named Evelyn, and her faithful dog, Rex. Evelyn’s body was found within hours, but it took until the Spring thaw to find Rex.

Reco Ave, 1897. photo from, http://www.sandonmuseum.ca/
Sandon, circa 1908. photo from, http://www.sandonmuseum.ca/

And then there was the great flood that Turnbull states, “On a wild night of storm in 1955 it died.” By this time the city had grown, contacted, grown a bit again, and as a result, the river was moved, a boardwalk built OVER the river, and with that storm it all was just too much for Mother Nature to ignore. Sandon’s flume wall crumbled in the wake of the forces of water and pushed rocks and debris through the centre of town, ripping the boardwalk to shreds, flooding the streets, homes, and businesses. Anyone who lived there, left there. Only a few remained until just one person remained – the hydro-electric dam operator. So can it be called a ghost town if there is one living person still inhabiting the place?

Today, there is a small group of individuals who work and live in Sandon. They voluntarily run the Historical Society and Museum, they work the food truck and renovate the remaining buildings on the side of the mountain and in hearing distance of the roar of the river. Life is challenging today, but back in the early 20th C, life on a mountain side was harsh. Raising a family came with challenges many of us today could not imagine. Walking the streets, meeting the volunteers and residents who are conserving Sandon’s history, and then to talk about my family connections brings all those histories, lives, deaths, and the forces of nature closer to my heart.

But my connection is only one of thousands who whose families were impacted by the curse that is Sandon. There are two more entries about Sandon to come because Life is complicated and Death is never far behind the events of history.

Today, Sandon, BC, at Carpenter Creek. photo Dr.Dam, 2022
The Sandon Museum, photo Dr.Dam, 2022.
Silversmith PowerHouse, 2022. Canada’s oldest continuously used hydro-electric utility. This powerhouse generates enough power to run over 400 homes. Photo DrDam, 2022.

SOURCES:

http://www.sandonmuseum.ca/

http://www.sandoninthekootenays.ca/

Turnbull, Elsie, G., 1988, Ghost Towns and Drowned Towns of West Kootenay. Heritage House Publishing.

Art + Death Talking

HOW DO I DO IT (Talking about Death)?

With care and humour. There is no hiding it, I’m Death-Positive so I hold space for those who are planning with strength, knowledge, respect and a dab of funny. Many may find this perspective difficult but having grown up on a small acreage with goats, and ducks, and a pony, I learnt early about the cycle of life and death. I also have experience with neurodivergent ways of understanding the world and these ways of seeing and knowing are often open-minded, loving, pragmatic, and humourous. I bring these traits to each advance plan, ritual design, and memorial project.

Welcome, there is so much to share. I hope we will share stories, questions, and comments as we travel this Mortal Wayfare together. I’ll start: I’m excited to start a new journey along the path of Death Doulaing. I recently earned my certificate in end-of-life doula care with Douglas College. This is a challenging path for myself and for them. Talking about about death is challenging in the best of times, but to imagine one’s own demise is a new kind of work. A Death Doula brings support and expertise about the many options available, but we also hold you with care as we explore and set out your ideas, beliefs and values, for a dignified death.

Me – underneath it all.

WHAT DO YOU DO?

Working together we move through different areas of consideration: personal beliefs and values, wishes, vigil plans, funeral/celebration, rituals and legacy designs, as well as pragmatics such as medical intervention lists, Temporary Substitute Decision Maker, Advance Directives. These and more are captured in a document that is shared with trusted loved ones and health care providers.

WHAT DOES ANY OF THIS LOOK LIKE?

Over the coming weeks I will share a wide variety of examples of what is possible. We’ll explore what our ancestors did, and examine examples by long past cultures. I’ll also share imagined possibilities – because the only limits are your imaginations (and local regulations, of course).