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Showing posts with label Burnaby Village Museum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Burnaby Village Museum. Show all posts

Thursday, November 3, 2011

What I did on my summer vacation - part the third

So, the carousel blew my (admittedly) wee mind. After I had finished doing my thing with the carousel we wandered out the rear door and discovered...


The Burnaby Village Museum


This site, which we didn’t quite stumble across (but it was close), is advertised as a10-acre open-air museum (circa 1925). Wow, that’s cool too. It turns out that this little ‘town’ has more than 30 shops and homes, including a movie theatre, blacksmithy, bakery, newspaper and an Ice Cream Parlour.



Oops, lets back up. Even before we got to the village proper, for want of a better word, the first building that we encountered was one that housed the 1912 B.C. Electric Railway interurban tram (#1223).


Now I’m a bus driver, and I have been for several years, so I know somewhat about creature comfort and the transit of masses. This electric train (albeit a big one), I really liked. The interior of the car glowed with the warmth of the incandescent lamps and the glory of polished wood. It sure showed an interest in detail that I think you seldom find in transit vehicles these years.


  


So Sid and I wandered these streets, photographing the scenes, and even got the chance to wander behind the scenes. We took the time to watch a blacksmith at work (and yes, took a couple of pictures of her at the anvil). Can you tell that I enjoyed the whole expedition?


And again, in praise of off-season visitation, there were few actual people on the streets or in front of my lens.

Note: I wanted to thank Sid, for a lot of things really, but for making me think about photographs and about photography as a whole in this latest outing. I haven’t been taking many photographs recently, even though I enjoy it and identify myself with it. I needed a refresher course.



What I’m getting at here is that Sid showed me (again) that the principle of hand holding a camera under difficult lighting situations works. Sid taught me for a second time how to play around with the available light and of how to play with the ISO setting of the camera. We took many photographs, even inside the buildings (particularly the cannery which had sections that were quite dark), of pipes and machines and gears and assemblies, all kinds of stuff. Most of the flash photographs that I took have elements that I find are disconcerting, detracting, annoying. Hand holding the camera even captured the best shots of the carousel.

Me, behind the scene

Thanks dude. I owe you.

What I did on my summer vacation - part the two

And so… the intrepid travelers make their way over the highways and byways of British Columbia to the Burnaby Village Museum where they find, much to the delight of the Campbell of record, a village, and this...


And so here I iz making another post about something that fascinates me. In fact, let’s just call this…

The Carousel Take Three

You know, I’ve been thinking about my interest in carousels and carousel horses and I believe I have isolated the when and the where of it all, when the fascination first hit me. Now, to tell you about it we have to get permission from Mr. Peabody in order to use his ‘Way Back Machine’ and go back a few decades in time. I’m thinking we’d have to go back possibly to the middle to late 1960’s at a guess.

I recall, when I was a yute back in Niagara Falls, standing on a sidewalk located on a street that was once quite infamous in its day. Its name was, and still is, Erie Avenue. This used to be, again an age gone by, where women of negotiable affection plied their trade. But that was years ago and business and custom had moved away from Erie Avenue to other locales; the street and the buildings that I remember as that youth looked grubby and were in disrepair.

I remember looking in the dirty front window of an old rundown storefront, what you might call an antique store if you were feeling generous, past the corpses of flies, and seeing amidst the rather squalid items inside (I sort of recall the huge metal ‘harp’ out of a piano lying on its’ side) a beat up wooden carousel horse. I thought it was, in the jargon of the day, very cool.

In my mind that store was always closed, so I never had the opportunity to go in or to find out how much the horse was (and probably not that I could afford to buy it even then), or from whence it came. Still, the memory lingers.

Ah, my first horsey love.

The day after I posted the story I came across this shot of the building in question shot around 2005

My second infusion, if memory is serving this up correctly, occurred in Springbank Park in London, Ontario. I was a rock’n’roll musician back then (we’re talking the mid 70’s now) and I was this tall skinny bass player with long permed hair and a beard. I was also into photography, as they say, and had photographed (and even attempted a painting of) the horses on the carousel that is located in the park. The painting, I admit, was not a very good one and has fortunately been lost to the ages. I still have many of the images I shot back then, including a few of the horses and carousel, but these have not been digitized and were shot mostly on slide film (which is beginning to fade now). It was back then that I really looked at the expressions on the horses’ faces for the first time.


I’ve written at some length on this topic in an earlier blog entry so I won’t redo the rant here.

So since then I’ve been a photographer of carousels when I could find them in my wanderings. These ones from Burnaby are a beautiful example of the woodcarver’s art.

As it turns out, I seem to have turned another corner or added another dimension to my interest in carousels and their horses. I’ve done more than just photograph; I’ve actually researched this carousel in particular and found out a bunch of interesting information about it.


I found out the who, the when, and the where of its manufacture.

The carousel was built in 1912 at Leavenworth, Kansas (yes, also home of the federal prison and the fort of the same name) by Charles Wallace Parker who owned the C. W. Parker Company. This was the 119th carousel made by that company and it was sold initially in 1913 for $5,886.00. Its speed on the outermost track is a rocketing 7 ½ mph (and about 5 mph on the inside track).

Hell, I’ve even found out the names the horses were given during the latest round of restoration work that was started in the 1990’s (the horses were named by the patrons who paid for their restoration. Their names appear in the article that is cited below).


And if you’re interested in more on it’s history see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/C._W._Parker_Carousel

The only problem with this list is that, at least online, there is no master diagram that shows you which horse is where on the carousel, or tells you where the numbering started in their tally. If I had this information I could tell you the names of all the horses I shot.

The exception to this is horse #37, known as "Old Paint". The horse was named for the "old paint" that was originally on the carousel before it was restored and is currently in a display case next to the carousel.


Another little tidbit of information is that Parker liked to use the term Carry-Us-All for the ride and some people mistakenly think that this is the origin of the word carousel. It isn’t. I believe that I also wrote about this at some length earlier in a previous posting.


Wow, what beauties these are. Go ahead, look at them all again. And there are more.

All photographs taken by me.