July 1, 1910 to September 24, 2008
Wednesday, September 25th 2008. One of the world’s tiny bright lights flickered out this evening, with the passing of Vida Carlson. There are many people, friends and strangers alike, who will miss those twinkling eyes, her ready smile, and the chuckle that came forth for the smallest reason. She was 98 years young.
Vida was a pioneer, growing up on a farm in Granite Bay, in the northeast corner of Quadra Island. Those were the days when you really did walk to school, even if it was miles away. The days when you left your door unlocked and, sometimes, came home to find a few pennies on the kitchen table and a “thank you” note from a passing neighbour who had perhaps taken a wee drink or snack from the pantry. The days when you rowed to a nearby island for the local dance, then slept on the beach if the current was too strong for you to return home afterwards – sometimes sleeping under the upturned rowboat, if it was raining.
I had the good fortune of getting to know Vida. I was her landlord for many years, renting her a small duplex on Primrose Avenue. Getting her to tell me when something needed fixing was a constant challenge. “You might think I’m a nuisance and kick me out” was her reasoning. Our friendship just kind of blossomed and she became a part of my family. Over the years, Vida had more than her share of physical discomfort, but she rarely complained. She was an optimist, always ready to see the bright side and enjoy life. She brought a little smile, and a little happiness, to all who met her. We will miss her. Len Mustard & family.