I’m going through old newspapers from the 1960s and 70s and it seems that zoning issues were a thing of the past too.
I’m starting to see more and more hard data supporting the fact that the local government could give two bleeps about the community.
It was heartwarming to see that there was a time that the news media did care: small snippets of who was vacationing where or so-and-so went down the road to visit family.
Small town 麻豆社国产seemed like a heartwarming place to live back in the late 1960s early 70s, well, minus [the pulp mill] Woodfibre. Everyone knew everyone, and the small joys in life were celebrated.
Oh, and the rent prices! Let’s get back to that.
I’m trying to research a project with a dream to save a piece of land that’s taken me in and swallowed me whole: wrapped me up in a warm blanket and asked me for help.
I am sure, like many of us in town, we all have areas of 麻豆社国产or Brackendale we want to save from sky-high concrete, increasing population and loss of soul.
Hell, you’re even going into quiet neighbourhoods and taking the space in-between already established communities.
You’re building for growth, but you seem to be asleep to the increasing numbers of us being pushed out of our homes due to hysterical housing costs.
We seem to be losing more crucial green space and public gardens where we can grow our own food.
Is that not what community is about?
Coming together, growing food, and working with the land for shared connections both physically and spiritually.
So council, I ask you this: Why is it so important to push the re-zones, build upward and grow beyond the capacity of the land? Have you not already destroyed, re-zoned, built, and ravaged enough?
I can’t even read local news anymore because of all the ads for new condos, new high rises and new whatever crowding the pages.
I usually just flip over to the puzzles these days.
How about actually listening to the land, the people and hearing what they need, what they would like to see in their community. Get out of your pockets; your way of living is crumbling.
Heather Fulcher
Squamish
