Everything old is, well, new

My kids are so funny. They think they’re the ones who discovered Led Zeppelin, Scooby Doo and Batman. I laugh when I hear them say, “Mom, you gotta hear this great song! It’s called ‘More Than a Feeling’!” (take me back to junior high) or “I’m reading this great book by Robertson Davies; ever heard of him?” (discovered in high school!).

You can’t really blame them for not understanding that I once lived a life beyond them. In fact, I really can’t point a finger their way because just the other day I was SO guilty of doing the same thing. I could almost hear the collective groan of my ancestors.

Here’s where I fell down. My husband and I were out on a walk in Banff near the Cave and Basin Historic site. It was a gorgeous fall day, and we found a lovely walk down through the forest to the shores of Vermilion Lake. I said out loud we should bring my parents back here, wondering if they had done this trail. As we stopped near the trail head, I snapped a photo of the cool slate building near the pool.

LINDA COTE-Cave and Basin

I had a sudden flashback: “I’ve seen this spot before!” It was more than knowing that I had been here before (in the last few years, and as a child). But SEEN it, that way, from that angle, through a photograph.

LINDA COTE-Cave and Basin 1920

Then it hit me: I was pretty sure that this very spot was the place where my grandparents had their family’s photo taken, next to their Model-T Ford in 1924. When I got home, I discovered it was true! This is, you see, the whole problem with our personal narration: we only see the tip of the iceberg that is our own history.

If you think of it, each of us has a familial history as huge as an iceberg. We may know – if we’re lucky – the 10 percent that sticks up above the water of our existence … through personal interactions with grandparents (or if you’re really lucky like me, great-grandparents), uncles, aunts, cousins and more. Or, we may also know it through stories passed down the years by those who had the gift of blarney (my family landscape is very rich in this regard).

I am the family historian, and have been for years. I have a passionate interest in family stories, and have been dubbed “the keeper of the family history”. Over the years, many relatives have made deposits in the “Bank of Linda’s Files”, giving me information, photos, documents. My stash is large and — in some cases — dates back to the early 1600s in Canada.

At Christmas a couple years ago I was making a collage for my parents, and wanted to use family photos as the base. Digging through my files, what I found astonished me. My family history in the Bow Valley (Canmore, Banff, Lake Louise) goes back almost a century! (I often use these photos as inspiration for my art projects.)

As I dug through old photos, I was amazed to find my paternal grandparents in picture after picture at the Banff Springs Hotel, The Upper Hot Springs, Lake Louise, the Spray Lakes and even – in one photo – with the Three Sisters mountain range behind them! Hey, that’s what I see when I look out my art studio window every day!

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The view from my art studio window. My relatives would likely have stopped their car on the road here to have their photo taken.

Talking with my father, it became clear that he and my mom retired in Canmore because it had become one of their favorite places on earth. My dad started coming here with his family in the late 1930s to fish, hike and ski.

I particularly love these photos of the Sunshine Ski Area where (get this) you walked up the ski hill once in the morning, skied down, had lunch, walked up again, skied down, then went home (my kids roll their eyes).

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My grandfather with skins on his skis, walking up a slope at Sunshine Village Ski Area near Banff. He loved to ski with his son, my dad.

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My son on the slopes of Norquay Ski Area near Banff. A family tradition, but chairlifts make it so much faster to get up the hill!

My mom and dad also did this really special thing for us as kids. They took us every Sunday without fail on a “family picnic”. The only rule was that you couldn’t spend a dime (beyond gas and groceries), so we spent a lot of time outside in the Rocky Mountains. Having picnics, throwing rocks, walking through magical places … generally spending time together and building our own strong love of the mountains and the great outdoors.

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My dad’s family in Banff, with Bow Falls in the background. (In the next photo, my son is near the cliffs on the left of the Falls.)

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My son on a walk near Bow Falls, Banff. Still a spectacular stop today.

Later in life, when I remembered to thank my parents for giving me this deep and lasting love for the mountains, my mom said: “You don’t have to thank us! We went on hikes and picnics because that’s what WE loved to do. You had to come along, and we were just glad you liked it, too!”

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My relatives with the iconic Banff Springs Hotel in the background.

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A trip to Banff Springs Hotel today shows the building is still a magical place to stay in the mountains.

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My kids love to toboggan near the skating rink at the Banff Springs.

We all earnestly believe that knowledge comes from first-hand experience, don’t we? But, that can be short-sighted, too, if you don’t give credit to those who have gone before you.

Surely, a love of the mountains can be passed through the generations as much as that crooked pinkie-finger that links me to my mom, my Grama Violet, my Great-Grandma Jane, and untold others before her?

I think it must, because, there’s a funny thing I’ve noticed since moving to Canmore: as I fall more deeply in love with our place in the Bow Valley, something here already feels remarkably like home.

5 responses to “Everything old is, well, new

  1. Great post. I think you are right that a connection to an environment can be passed down and give one the passion to embrace and protect it.

    Lots of familiar sites in your post today too!

    • Thanks, Deb! I always appreciate your comments. I certainly got my love of this area from my mom and dad. So lucky to have played here as a child and to end up living here. How did you find your way to the coast?

      • The coast story is interesting. So our “official” home is Red Deer and we have a cabin west of Edmonton just before the foothills. A neighbor at the cabin had bought a house for a deal in Arizona and got us thinking as it would mean golfing in winter. So we went house shopping down in Arizona (Vegas, Grand Canyon, Yellowstone and house shopping in 9 days … driving), bid on a few, then our kids got sick and I said “I am not doing American healthcare.”. So I was sitting at home, kids throwing up, and Googled “winter golf Canada” and up came the Gulf Islands. We went house shopping out there that February and April, both trips were a bust. Then that June our realtor emailed me a listing that was about to happen, awesome deal, but we went in aggressively and got it even cheaper (which we are reminded of every time we run into a realtor on Pender! LOL!), and bought it completely unseen. We literally bought a house on the internet. All because of winter golf!

        Having a coastal place is lovely for my husband. He grew up in a house overlooking the River Mersey towards Liverpool. Now things that he did as a child (building moats, playing with crabs, etc.) he gets to do with his kids.

        Owning in the Gulf Islands was a joke for years with us, we’d look at MLS as a lark but thought it was WELL beyond our reach Sometimes we still can’t believed it happened.

      • What an amazing, lovely story! You landed in a beautiful place. I don’t think I’ve been to Pender, but a girlfriend was just there and said it is such a wonderful place. We were on Bowen last year and just loved it! Something about the west coast, for sure! Red Deer is nice, too … LOL.

      • Red Deer keeps me on my toes…if you have seen my post about the election. (…and you can really LOL over that!)

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