On top of Little Mountain is a very special place called Queen Elizabeth Park. I am not sure how many modern day Vancouverites do know that the name of the park was given in honor of Queen Mother, not Queen Elizabeth II. At that time, in the 1930ties, Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon was the Queen Consort and as such Queen Consort of Canada. During her visit with King George VI in 1939.

Originally, before the English came here, it was lush small mountain of old growth forest with salmon spawning creeks running to False Creek (they still exist under the pavement and houses ). Later it became a basalt quarry. In 1936 Vancouver Tulip Association ask the City Board to create there a park – and so it begun. There are no longer grey wolves, bears, and elks roaming the Little Mountain, but birds and squirrels are plentiful. And so are people.

Philanthropher and landscape architect Bill Livingstone turned it into a gem of lush walkways, remnants of the old growth, Rose Garden, little ponds and small sport fields, and on top of it sits iconic Bloedell Floral Conservatory. Behind the Conservatory is an amazing display of water fountains and a famous sculpture of renowned British artist Henry Moore.

It used to be one of my favored places for walks with my Mom in my earlier days in Vancouver. Last time we went there with Mom, John and both of my sisters.

Był więc to czas najwyższy do odwiedzin tego specjalnego miejsca po moim tu powrocie. Przejść się ścieżkami, którymi chodziliśmy razem. Po spacerach w ukochanym Stanley Parku, w Central Parku w Burnaby, Bear Creek Parku w Surrey i naturalnie po Holland Parku w centrum Surrey, tuż pod domem …  Powoli zamykam koło ponownych odwiedzin ‘syna marnotrawnego’, wdowca. Jeszcze tylko jedna dłuższa podróż, ostania może. Do kraju, gdzie wszystkie moje perygrenacje się zaczęły.

Powoli zaczynam czuć się zmęczony. Czas może siąść na ławce znajomej w starym parku nad Wisłą. Tam, gdzie były zauroczenia pierwsze, pierwsze miłości, gdzie jako dziecko słuchałem Szopena.

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