An Off-the-Wall Idea

A big thank you to guest blogger, Andrea Spalding. Andrea is a prolific writer, best known for her many children’s books. She also gives frequent school presentations. Learn more at:  http://www.andreaspalding.com/  Parts of this blog were previously published in Avid Magazine.

Never frustrate Pender’s women artists. They get ideas. One resulted in a blockbusting, weekend-long, annual celebration called ‘Art Off The Fence.’

It all began in 1991 when four artistic women became frustrated with the lack of exhibit space on our island. Christel Barber, Joy McAughtrie, Isabel Roberts and Judy Walker found the perfect solution. They hung art on the fence and the outer wall of a house on Joy's beautiful Whalepointe property on South Pender. People came, enjoyed, and bought, and this practical solution spawned the art event of the year.

Twenty years has brought great changes. Art Off The Fence is now a professional show and a major production. Though still hung outdoors everything is framed, prices are current, and there are discerning buyers. It is one of the most beautiful and evocative art shows in Canada. Sadly, Joy McAughtrie passed away last winter. This year’s show was dedicated to her. And with her property no longer available, the future of the show is a big question mark.

The group currently has eight permanent members. Wendy Munro, Susan Taylor, Frank Ducote, Genia Bogun, Diane Kremmer and Carol Davidson now join Isabel and Judy (Christel left the island). Each year the group invites three guests and a promising student to join them. This year’s guests were Hedi Kovacs, David MacKenzie and Joanna Rogers.

Over 600 people attend the weekend show and sales are so successful the group has set up a fund for student bursaries with ten percent of all sales going into the fund. Over the years the group has supported numerous artists as well as the acquisition of Brooks Point and the Medical Clinic.

Passion and professionalism are needed for a successful art show, but Art Off the Fence requires more: hard work. The group holds a potluck dinner. Then all the artists paint one subject in their own style. The results are exhibited together. The theme this year was Brooks Point. On Friday afternoon the artists position and hang their work. Then everything is taken down and stored. Next morning the artists rehang everything. Everything is taken down again Saturday night and rehung on Sunday morning. Many prayers are offered for dry skies.

The show has a reputation. Well-known people like Silken Laumann come. CBC announces it and the B&Bs are usually full.

Of course, talented Pender Islanders round out the act. This year, delightful music wafted through the gardens, played by Dave Dandeneau & Kathy McIntyre and Patrick Smith & Friends. And Chef Pierre Delacote served up gourmet treats.

From an off-the-wall idea this show has become a remarkable success, a must-attend event. Let’s hope it keeps going.

More Info
Pender Island Chamber of commerce:   http://www.penderislandchamber.com/


Photos by Hans Tammemagi

PENDER ISLANDS FARMERS’ MARKET

A big welcome to guest blogger Barry Mathias, a long-time Pender resident and author of the popular: The Ancient Bloodlines Trilogy. His novels, short stories and poetry are available at the Farmers' Market. He recently received an Islands Trust Community Stewardship award for establishing the Car Stops. He is a regular contributor to Seaside Times, from which the following is extracted.

The Pender Islands Farmers Market is held in the grounds of the Community Hall every Saturday from 9.30am to1pm from Easter to Thanksgiving.  It is a lively, bustling event that attracts visitors as well as locals; tables and tents are provided by a small group of enthusiastic workers who never run out of energy or smiles. In very wet weather the market moves inside the Hall, which can accommodate dozens of vendors.

A number of small farms are regularly represented at every market, and as the weather warms up other small growers appear, so that by July there is an increasing number of locals selling a variety of flowers, vegetables, fruit and eggs. Every week there are many islanders selling a delicious array of baked goods, jams, and chutneys, and hot coffee is served in the Hall. Spread throughout the market  are the artisans, who produce beautiful jewelry, pottery and wood carvings. High quality hand-made bags, intricate wooden boxes and colorful clothing compete with a number of local authors who sell their nautical and historical books, and an artist paints portraits of individual pets. 

Dianne Allison, who is a major force behind the organization of the market, explained: “There has been a Farmers’ Institute on this island for about 87 years, and it was responsible for creating the agricultural market, which was originally situated on a small strip of land at the Driftwood Mall.”  Thanks to a generous donation of land by Karl Hamson, local farmer and landowner, the impressive Community Hall was completed about ten years ago by local craftsmen led by builder, Brent Marsden. Apart from the market, the Hall and grounds provide a fine venue for agricultural events such as the Fall Fair, and for local plays, concerts and artistic productions.

Each week is different: sometimes the Volunteer Fire Fighters or members of the Coast Guard attend, willing to show off their vehicles and keen to make contact with the next generation of volunteers. Last summer, to the amazement of everyone, a large group of young, and not so young, people performed a lively flash dance which rapidly became an hilarious physical workout for anyone brave enough to take part. 

Then, there are the dogs! Dozens of them. A glorious, multifarious collection of unusual and friendly canines that add a spontaneous ‘petting zoo’ atmosphere to every event. Sometimes, farmer Ellen Willingham will appear with one of her goats; young violinists will suddenly perform an Irish jig; a party of foreign tourists will arrive and be delighted with the warmth of the welcome they receive, and always there is the buzz of commerce and the hubbub of community. Perhaps, we’ll see you there?

More Info

Pender Island Farmers’ Institute:   http://www.pifi.ca/

Pender Island Chamber of commerce:   http://www.penderislandchamber.com/

A Perfect Pender Paddle

The Gulf Islands archipelago with more than 200 islands and rocky promontories, gentle waters and abundant marine life is a kayaker’s paradise. One circuit, in particular, stands out: a circumnavigation of South Pender Island. I never tire of the beautiful vistas, the closeness of sea and the serenity, an almost Zen-like feeling, of gently bobbing on the waves. It’s the perfect one-day outing (from four to six hours).

Today, I’m starting from Medicine Beach and going around clockwise. A few minutes of gentle stroking and I pass under the looming trestles of the bridge connecting the two Penders. Long snaking bull kelp are like weather vanes, showing the direction of the current. I stick to the left side where dozens of purple and occasional orange sea stars cling to the rocks. A pretty white beach is evidence of a former Native camping site. Archaeologists studied this midden and showed that it dates back 8,000 years.

I pass Mortimer Spit — another good launching spot — and head southeast passing some glorious waterfront properties. Frequently a seal head rises from the water and watches my progress with big, friendly, curious eyes. Mount Baker, with its snowy ramparts, rises on the horizon and looks down on passing freighters like a Buddha.

Blunden Islet at the southern tip of South Pender is a protected (no going ashore) part of the Gulf Islands National Park. It harbours seals, birds and in places I have to fight to get through thick, glistening, entangled  bull kelp. I circle the islet, admiring the contorted rock layers, evidence of immense tectonic forces that formed this chain of islands.

Leaving Blunden Islet, the water opens up into Haro Strait. Now there is a mood change, a feeling of vast watery distances, exposure and being alone in somebody else’s world. Then Gowlland Point arrives, with the light beacon mounted on black, pockmarked conglomerate rocks. I go ashore at Brooks Point and wander the beach and enjoy lunch among the enormous driftwood logs marking the high-tide mark.

Fortified, I head out and start curving around Tilley Point. The tidal currents swirl and eddy, signs of the invisible forces of the sun, moon and earth’s rotation. Soon I’m through the turbulence and into calmer waters.

A pleasant tiredness has set in as stroke follows stroke. I pass attractive waterfront homes and dark green forests of Douglas fir punctuated by gangling arbutus and delicate Garry oaks. Seabirds flitter. Occasionally, a fish jumps or a seal head pops up.

I stop at a beacon next to a small pretty shell beach and stretch the legs. Then it’s only a few strokes to the bustle of Poets Cove Resort. I stop for an ale on the terrace and admire the huge yachts.

With fatigue setting in I cruise past Beaumont Marine Park and its perfect crescent of a beach. The sun beats down, reflects from the rocky shore and shimmers on the water. I am enveloped in liquid golden warmth as I paddle the last stretch back to Medicine Beach.

A Perfect Day on a Perfect Isle

On a sweltering hot day last summer, heaven, quite unexpectedly, dropped a pearl in my palm. Heat waves are rare on Pender Island, for it is blessed with one of the mildest climates in the country. But for the third day in a row, the temperature was climbing toward 30 degrees. My wife, Allyson, and I spent the morning moving slowly and listlessly, dressed in shorts, tank tops and flip flops, sticking to the shade whenever we ventured outside.

“Let’s go kayaking,” suggested Ally. Soon we were paddling along the west side of the island, our heads shaded by wide-brimmed hats and our skin lathered in sun-block. Gentle breezes brought delightful coolness. An eagle soared above. A dozen seals were hauled out on a rock, balefully watching us.

“Look, look!” shouted Ally, pointing at an enormous black dorsal fin that rose elegantly out of the water and then disappeared under the waves, only to appear moments later. Then another appeared and another. A pod of killer whales, or orcas, was passing by, only 60 metres away. I’d seen orcas before, usually from a cliff-top viewpoint or a ferry. But here, down at water level, the killer whales were enormous, their dorsal fins towering above us. For the next ten minutes, whale after whale went past, accompanied by several whale-watching boats. The orcas were as smooth and graceful as ballet dancers. I had a feeling of awe and of privilege to be sharing the water with these magnificent creatures.

All abuzz, we returned home to find that a friend wanted me to drop by. I drove over. Smiling he said, “This morning my crab pot brought up more than we can eat,” and handed me four crabs, already cleaned. Then he hauled a bulging canvas bag out of the water beside his dock. “How about some fresh oysters,” he said. What a bonanza!

Ally and I sat on our deck, savoured oysters the size of T-bonesteaks, sipped a chilled sauvignon blanc and surveyed the beautiful vista of islands that stretched before us. Then we tackled the crabs, butter oozing from our fingers and dribbling down our chins.

After dinner we strolled to a nearby rise. We gazed at islands turning into ever-mistier mauves as they receded. We raised our glasses and toasted our perfect island home.

For More Pender Info

http://www.penderislandchamber.com/

Island Car Stops

A small red car stopped. The driver, a short white-haired woman who could barely see over the top of the steering wheel, beckoned me in. Turning to her companion, she asked with a mischievous grin, “Do you think we’ll be safe with him?”

“I hope not,” giggled her elderly friend.

I was hitching a ride from the community hall back to my home using the Car Stop system. It’s one of the things that makes our little island special. Other places frown on hitch-hiking, here we encourage it. Operating like bus stops, Car Stops have been installed at 29 locations where people seeking rides wait for willing drivers.

The rules are printed on green signs at each stop:

Drivers don’t have to take the first in line.

You’re not obliged to accept a ride, that’s fine.

You accept a ride at your own risk.

But the ride is free so consider it a gift.

Barry Mathias, a retiree, was the driving force behind the Car Stops, which were introduced in 2008. The idea was to reduce the number of cars clogging the narrow winding roads. With a population of about 2,000, Pender could not support a bus system but Car Stops were a simple and effective solution.

My wife and I moved here from southern Ontario to escape gridlock and pollution. Coming from a place where hitch-hiking is usually illegal and risky, Car Stops are like a breath of fresh air. I’m pleased to save gas, and do my part to reduce road congestion and limit green-house-gas emissions.

Best of all, Car Stops are a wonderful way to meet people. I’ve hitched rides with construction workers, lawyers, retirees, young and old, rich and poor. Their vehicles have ranged from a luxurious Mercedes SUV to trucks and jalopies held together by duct tape.

I seldom wait more than three cars. Once aboard, the driver and I chat about the approaching fall fair, water shortages, the recent infestation of raccoons and rats on the island and, of course, area gossip. I rode with a local politician and vented about an irksome by-law. Another time, I hung on for dear life as the teenage driver careened around tight corners with tires squealing.

My wife and I also offer rides. One morning I stopped for a young man in his early twenties. He had long dreadlocks, carried an enormous backpack and wore shorts. A happy face was tattooed on each knee and their smiles grew larger the more he bent his legs.

His face, in contrast, was a picture of sorrow. “I want to catch the first ferry, and I don’t care where it’s going,” he told me. “I need to get to a city hall fast so I can annul my marriage.”

He described how he was married two weeks before, but that his new wife had changed. “She’s turned into a monster,” he said miserably, “I can’t take it any more. I’ll do anything to get out.” He wailed non-stop until we reached the terminal. I wished him luck.

                                            Barry Mathias at a car stop

For More Pender Info

http://www.penderislandchamber.com/