Four young women, originally sent to internment camps in the Slocan Valley during the Second World War, take a break while working on a local family farm in 1946.Handout
The photographs were shoved inside shoeboxes, hidden away in archives, glued to family albums held together by string.
When Rita Moir began searching for unpublished images to tell the story of British Columbia's Slocan Valley, she set off scavenger hunts in private homes and public institutions.
The search uncovered many treasures, gathered in The Third Crop (Sono Nis Press), an elegantly designed book rich in detail about a valley unlike any other in the province.
Here are unsmiling Doukhobor men at a riverbank brickyard, some looking as though they've just arrived from the Russian steppes.
Here are the proud women who have made 1,720 pounds of jam, a donation from their peaceful valley to war-ravaged Britain.
Here are Japanese-Canadians building their own uninsulated housing at an internment camp at Lemon Creek.
Here is a Mrs. Woyna holding kielbasas at the general store in Appledale, where a box of Crisco shortening cost 30 cents, while a tin of oily pilchards went for 16 cents.
Here is John Avis, that kidder, performing a precarious handstand atop the gabled roof of the new schoolhouse.
Here is the Clever Block at 115 6th Ave. in New Denver, an address shared for a time by a mortuary and a meat market.
Here are miners blasting rocks, children dancing around a maypole, hunters with cougar pelts worth a bounty of $20 each.
Here are three first nations paddlers in a pine-bark canoe shaped like the giant sturgeons that haunt the local lake.
The Slocan Valley was the ancestral home of the Sinixt and Ktunaxa peoples and later a settling place for waves of immigrants, including those fleeing Czarist repression or the limited future of working in a British mine.
The valley has long attracted exiles, whether by choice (the pacifist Doukhobors), or by force (interned Japanese-Canadian civilians). Later still, some came to escape an unpopular war in Asia, as well as the alienation of modern urban life.
Ms. Moir has lived in the valley for 36 years, making her "a relative newcomer," in her words.
"I want to show how all the cultures here in their time have contributed to the ancestry of place, of who we are now," she said.
"It may have been the Scandinavian men blasting the roads up through the bluffs from Slocan to Silverton and New Denver. It may have been the Japanese-Canadian people building their own internment camps. It may have been the women teaching in the schools and working in the orchards. It may have been the Doukhobor people contributing their agricultural knowledge. All of this contributed to who we are today."
The book takes its title from a third cutting of hay, a rare crop whose bounty allows livestock to thrive through long, hard winters. To dry the harvest, farmers placed limbed trees in portholes, hanging the green hay like tinsel on a Christmas tree. For the author, the third crop is a metaphor for "what happens when a group of people work hard enough and long enough, go that extra mile, and celebrate together, too."
This is the fourth non-fiction book from Ms. Moir, who won the VanCity Book Prize and the Hubert Evans Non-Fiction Prize in 2000 for Buffalo Jump: A Woman's Travels.
She arrived in the valley at age 23 in 1975, taking a job as the live-in caretaker for the local community centre. First, though, she had to build a log cabin next door that would be her home. Soon after, she got hired as a reporter at the Nelson Daily News.
Some years ago, Ms. Moir salvaged bricks from a torn-down chimney. She even carted some with her when she moved to another home in Vallican, using them to construct an outdoor fireplace. As it turns out, the century-old bricks are from the riverside Doukhobor brick factory featured in the photograph in the new book.
Special to The Globe and Mail