Good Old Days

We have lived on Tronson Road, Okanagan Lake, five miles from Vernon, for 53 years.

We have lived on Tronson Road, Okanagan Lake, five miles from Vernon, for 53 years.

Before we could build our $25,000 house on two $1,000 lots, we had to wait for R.E. Postill to run his tractor along the side of the hill to make the road and for BC Hydro to put a power pole in. We were the only house in a mile.

Friends in town said we were crazy. We were too far from town; our kids had to walk two miles to elementary school; there was a den of rattlesnakes on the hill just above our house.

All those years we have enjoyed the beauty and peacefulness of the lake, the song of birds, the calling of the loons and the sunflowers in May.

No longer.

Today the mile is filled with houses. Young people now roar their boats close to the shore with horrific blasting “music” — not realizing how far sound carries across the lake. Or they sit on the wharf with the same violent blasts.

I have thought of calling the cops — but realize they have got their hands full of more important things. Oh, me. Oh, for the good old days.

H.D. Bartholomew

Vernon