The deeper they dig, the higher they rise. Practically everywhere in Richmond, Vancouver, the Lower Mainland, I can’t believe my eyes! Walking from Granville and Georgia to Bute on Robson, what a surprise. It can be tough on the emotions for some of us nostalgic senior gals and guys. In Richmond, Number Three Road down to the Casino, like Dude, so much that used to be is gone. Why, I don’t know. Vancouver, Dunbar, Downtown, even Kerrisdale and Kitsilano. It can be tough for us dinosaurs wondering where did so much go.
We remember Buttermilk and Chocolate; those horses that went clippety-clop, delivering dairy products to where the Sylvia Hotel still stands. It seems like just yesterday, the nineteen fifties, when did that stop? The same with that old train service on Railway to Steveston, gee whiz. All that construction today gives rise. It’s hard on our poor necks looking at all those construction cranes up high.
Just the cost of a cup of coffee at food courts can bring plenty of my, my. It makes some of us sigh for the old non-digital days, savouring grandma’s home baked pumpkin and blueberry pies.