A Call for Help from Chuck Davis
Chuck Davis recently spoke at a forum Sam Sullivan had launched on civic betterment at The Playhouse. Davis was the last of eight speakers to present and spoke publicly about his physical health and illness. This is what he said:
By re:place Editors (with permission from Chuck Davis)
[Editor's note: It is with great sadness that we here at re:place post Chuck Davis' speech given last week at The Playhouse. As our readers know, Chuck has been one of our strongest supporters from the moment we started our initiative, and is the contributor for our well-known and loved A Year in 5 Minutes column. We've known about his physical condition for months but were as surprised as everybody else in receiving the most recent diagnosis.
Now, as in the past, we are committed to helping Chuck in any way we can and ensuring that his legacy of spreading the knowledge of Vancouver's history continues well into the future. Towards this end, he has graciously given re:place permission to continue publishing A Year in 5 Minutes with the great information he has created for his upcoming book The History of Metropolitan Vancouver - despite him not being able to create the posts himself. We are currently in the process of getting all of his wonderful information and will begin posting new columns for A Year in 5 Minutes, as soon as possible.
Lastly, as one would expect for someone of Chuck's stature, the speech he made immediately generated a flurry of responses by friends, colleagues and strangers alike, who are willing to help him out. To date, Chuck has since found a co-writer for the book but still requires aid in terms of donations. Please share any words of advice, help or wisdom in the comments section below. Thank you.]
Back in the mid 1970s I conceived of and edited a book called The Vancouver Book
. I described it as an urban almanac; it had just over 500 pages (big pages, too) and contained articles on every aspect of the city, articles by dozens of local people, including me.
The book was successful. In fact, at the end of 1976 the staff at the Vancouver Public Library told me that The Vancouver Book
was the second most stolen book in the entire system that year.
I was, of course, delighted. I took that as an indication of the book's usefulness, and it also meant that the Library would have to buy more copies.
Being a curious fellow I had to ask: if my book was the second-most stolen, what was the first? The answer was Mein Kampf, by Adolf Hitler.
Well, some 20 years later I was working on a successor to the book, this one called The Greater Vancouver Book, and happened to mention the Mein Kampf thing to one of the writers, Denny Boyd. And Denny said, "Well, thank God the other guy isn't planning a sequel."
Now, another 13 years later on, I'm working-or should be-on a book that I describe as the capstone of my writing career: The History of Metropolitan Vancouver. The emphasis is on the central city, but all the suburbs are cited, especially when events that happened within their borders impacted Vancouver itself.
But I have run into a snag. And to explain it in more detail I have to take you back to late 2007 when, in the space of one week, I was diagnosed with bladder cancer, prostate cancer and skin cancer.
The skin cancer was minor: they chipped a few bits from my skull and my back. The bladder and the prostate cancer were more serious. They both had to be removed.
Weighing a little less I went back to work on the book. But, earlier this year, the cancer returned. I had radiation treatments that stopped the pain, but, just this last Tuesday, my wife Edna and our daughter Stephanie sat with me as an oncologist at the Cancer Agency told us that my cancer was incurable, and had reached a stage where it could not be treated with either radiation or chemotherapy. I naturally asked How long do I have?, and although she couldn't be specific the words "weeks" and "months" were in there somewhere. I don't recall hearing the word "years".
That adds a note of urgency to what I'm about to tell you.
Why am I sharing with you these embarrassing personal details? Because, as Will Kane said, in the movie High Noon, I could use a little help.
I need two things.
One, I need to find a writer who can finish the book. It's up to 1994 at the moment.
Two, I need to find the money to pay the writer who will finish the book.
This has happened so suddenly-the bomb was dropped just two days ago-that I don't know how to handle it. One suggestion: a law firm (pro bono, please) offers to hold, in trust, any funds raised. The funds would be for the writer who takes on the task of finishing the book.
If you go to my website - vancouverhistory.ca
- you will find more than 2,000 pages of local history. The writer will have to hack and hew through that mass of data, bringing it down to a reasonable size, besides researching the 16+ years to bring the book up to the present day. I've estimated it will take a year, and I'm suggesting something in the range of $30,000.
I have 16 file drawers full of material. I also have about 400 locally-oriented books, all of which I intend to give to the writer, no strings attached.
And, really important, I have a publisher: Harbour Publishing, Howard White, who has been waiting patiently for some years for this manuscript. One of the joys of writing about the history of this astonishing and lively city is that, even after 37 years of work, I am still finding out new stuff. And I have friends who help me.
A week ago today one of my friends-Andrew Martin in the Special Collections department of the Library-sent me an item he'd come across from the June 11, 1912 edition of The Vancouver Star.
Volcanic Fumes Invade Vancouver
Vancouver yesterday suffered to some extent from a volcanic eruption. It was a long distance manifestation of nature's anger, for the scene of the disturbance was some seventeen or eighteen hundred miles away, among the islands of Alaska.
All day yesterday the sky was overcast and the atmosphere was impregnated with sulphur fumes which caused considerable inconvenience in breathing to those who are inclined to be asthmatic.
It is reported that in some sections of the city a fine ash collected on doorsteps and roofs to a noticeable extent and drifted in at window casements
Today's heavy rain will probably have the effect of clearing the air and putting an end to the city's emulation of Naples when Vesuvius is having a busy day.
This was more than 60 years before Mount St. Helens.
The History of Metropolitan Vancouver will be a big, fact-filled and nicely readable book. But it must be finished. I can't do it now. I need your help and advice. Let me give you my email address: it's email@example.com. It's advice I need now.
Let me close with a small personal anecdote: my Dad and I arrived in Vancouver from Winnipeg (I was born in Winnipeg) in December 1944. When we left Winnipeg the plows had piled the snow up higher than the level of the train itself. When we arrived in Vancouver there were flowers growing in front of the CPR station. I turned to my Dad (I was nine years old) and said, "I think we've come to the right place."
Nothing has happened in the 66 years since to make me change my mind.
This beautiful and exciting city, with its glowing future, needs a big book of its history for you and for your kids.
I hope you can help. Thank you.