It’s been a while since I’ve blogged. It’s easy for me to lose track of this space when time seems to be on some sort of warp speed! Anyone else notice that? By mid-October last year we wrapped up our preserving and growing season. We usually take longer than that to get through it all but we hustled this year because we were getting on the road for an epic 6-week adventure to the Canada and US Pacific coast. We adjusted some of our processes to allow this to happen. For instance, I didn’t have time to make all the tomato sauce so the last picking was cut and frozen and processed after we returned. Also, since we wouldn’t be eating the winter squash right away we diced and froze it all. This way we wouldn’t come home to any rotten squash stinking up the storage space. Winter squash usually has a very long shelf life, but we just didn’t want to risk it. Other small changes and flexibility in process allowed us to leave worry free.
We traveled from home in Upper Michigan to Washington state and then drove onto the Black Ball Line ferry and were transported to Vancouver Island, British Columbia. We then came back to the U.S. and traveled down the 101 experiencing the Pacific Coast through Washington, Oregon, and Northern California. We had so many new experiences, saw the most incredible places, met many people, navigated through weather of all sorts and road conditions of all sorts, and thankfully avoided an emergency car breakdown by finding a service center that could get us in (more challenge then you would think) to diagnose the issue, order the part, and service the car during our stay on the Oregon Coast. I was so grateful for this crew of people that were able to service the car which led to keeping our family on the road safely. You see, safety and security are very important factors for me, so while they may have just been repairing our car, for me it was so much more. It was during this car repair experience when I was swelling with gratitude that I began to reflect on how impactful our interactions with others can be. At that time I started taking notes to keep experiences fresh in my mind and I’d like to share some with you. I will be brief, but some of these interactions were so much more than that.
Chinatown Docent, Victoria, British Columbia
As Flora and I wandered around the small museum that shared the history of Chinese immigrating to Canada (specifically British Columbia), we were looking at a wall of immigrant documents when one of the docents approached us and started to tell us a little bit more about the documents. She then told us about her own Father’s document, how he immigrated to Victoria, BC and began a job there. He left his wife and children at home in China with the hopes of reuniting with them when he had earned enough money to bring them over. Unfortunately money earning was slow because Chinese immigrants were doing the lowest paying jobs. In the meantime, while her father worked hard to support himself and his family in China, he had received news that his whole hometown had perished in a natural disaster. Knowing his wife and children were gone, he sent to China a request for a new wife, a common practice. She came to British Columbia and they started a family. To them were born our museum docent and her siblings. Ready for the twist? Years later (through research, I believe), this family found out that in fact, the mother and children in China did not die in the natural disaster. So, our docent learned that she had a family of half-siblings still left in China. While it doesn’t sound like the family physically reunited, our docent’s father started to financially support both his family in Canada and his family in China. I was so in awe of this story – a rollercoaster of opportunity and grief and new joy and struggles. So much the immigrant story. What a gift to us to have this docent spending her (VOLUNTEER) time in a place where she can share personal stories which help other people learn about history.

Kathy, Sointula, Malcolm Island, British Columbia
As you may know we live on an old finnish homestead in the Upper Peninsula in Michigan. We didn’t expect in British Columbia to have the opportunity to learn about a settlement of Finnish people on an island nearby where we were visiting. I knew we had to go check it out. Being out of season, the local museum was closed, but I emailed and Kathy, who is involved in the museum, wrote back and opened it up exclusively for our visit. We made a nice donation expecting to walk about the museum and learn on our own. To our surprise, Kathy gave us a personal tour. Such as here in the Keweenaw, Finns went to Vancouver Island in the late 1800’s for a better life working in the mines. As most immigrants found out, working in the mines wasn’t a good life at all. A group of Finn’s determined for a better life wrote back to Finland requesting the services of a Finnish philosopher who worked with them to build a “utopian society” on Malcolm Island. However, as things typically go, there are challenges along the way. Fire. Death. Lack of access to food and materials (this is on an island long before ferry systems were in place). Conflicts between people. The Utopian society fizzled, but the island remains steeped in the Finnish heritage and philosophy of working together to help your neighbors. Kathy (an expat) told us about her own journey to the island, her interest in the history there and her own experiences. She was passionate to share and how generous she was with her time! Without Kathy we would have visited this beautiful island, but we would never have understood the true meaning of it.

Lastly (although I have dozens more to share), we’ll go to…
David, Sioux Falls, South Dakota.
OK, saying that I hate hotels is putting it lightly. But when we travel it’s inevitable we have a hotel or two on the drive to our final destination. When we arrived in Sioux Falls it was cold, like -9 in November (what the heck South Dakota?!). I didn’t want to be at the hotel. We were on the homestretch, but hey, you gotta sleep. We unpacked the car and headed in. We were greeted by David, the guy behind the desk. After checking in we asked if there was decaf coffee and hot water for tea in the lobby. He explained that it was due for a fresh brew and quickly hopped to it. We settled our stuff into the room and then Flora and I headed down to get tea and decaf coffee. David was just finishing up and was making small talk with us. He was friendly and talkative (as an introvert, I always seem to attract these kinds of people, ha!). We had a surface level conversation and went about our evening. In the morning we headed down for hot breakfast. We were greeted with a whole new version of the hotel – fully decked out in Christmas decorations! And David. Wait.This was at a minimum 12-hours from when we checked in and David was still here? Managing the front desk, the entire breakfast spread and somehow he became Santa’s Christmas elf overnight and turned the hotel into a place of Christmas joy?! We said good morning to David and remarked on how he could possibly still be here? And be awake? David said his shift was supposed to end a few hours ago, but the guy on the schedule after him doesn’t usually come in until a couple of hours after his scheduled time. David said he’d called him several times, with no response. I’d like to add that David was the ONLY staff person in this entire hotel. We were exasperated. First at the lack of ethic of the staff person who had a long term record of not showing, then that that guy was even still employed, and lastly exasperated at what an amazing job David was doing under these circumstances. He admitted he’d been working for 16-hours, and that he was a bit tired, but that he did find joy in decorating the hotel overnight. We had a lovely conversation with him about how his wife and child love to camp and they have a goal of camping at all the state parks in the Minnesota. He told us about how they visited the north shore of Minnesota and we talked about how they’d probably love the Porcupine Mountains and the Keweenaw. It was obvious to me that even though David was dealt a crappy hand in the workplace, he took pride in his job, his family, and was living his best life under those circumstances. Flora and I still refer to David, like he’s our buddy. He made our hotel experience a positive one, even though he easily could have slacked on the job, especially after 16-hours.
My point in sharing these stories? It’s inevitable that many of the people we have small interactions with are having challenges in life – big or small. History proves this is a human condition. Life throws you lemons. People in my own circle are navigating life threatening diagnosis, job loss, loss of a home due to natural disaster, caring for a family member who is no longer able to care for themselves and the death of a spouse, just to name a few BIG, life-altering things. What’s amazing is that during these challenges I see these people finding love, making new friends, sharing their experiences with others (which helps them heal and gives insight to others), or rebuilding their life in their new, unexpected reality.
As a person who enjoys history, I have always been impressed with the resilience of individuals and groups of people. One common thread I see in this is that when people find community, they have hope. Another thread in this is seeing the amazing ability people have to keep moving forward – moving through adversity, for themselves and for their loved ones. No matter how big or small the problem is, no matter your race, religion, political views or anything else that seems to get in the way of people caring for each other – we all have experiences in life that connect us and we all need connection with others. Common threads. We see what we are looking for – so if you’re looking for ways to see that people are bad, different, or separate from yourself – that is what you will see. While our culture and media news cycles make it easy to focus on the negative experience, when people look for the positive they find it. Kindness and Authenticity are your superpower. How will you use yours?
I recently heard a quote in context of navigating change – “A little bit of something is better than nothing at all.” The smallest effort can make a difference in your day and someone else. Be open to community and be yourself, smile at a stranger, engage in a friendly greeting, make eye contact with someone and thank them – you could make someone’s day – including yours!
Wishing you a good day,
-L












