re: remains of the past.

Hello friends, fans, foe and lovers,

It's strange to think of the world i grew up and find context today. i don't really remember the blue car or red truck in the photos below when i was a kid. perhaps they've been moved. i remember the beige Ford 100 pickup, because i remember driving in it with my grandpa, or Spapza in my language. we'd drive it around the ranch, although i don't remember driving it to town, we used to drive a little yellow toyota truck to town, because it was cheaper on gas. and this was in the 1970's when gas was so cheap. haha. 

i spent so many years going there, spring, summer and fall. the road was quite treacherous back then, winding along the mountain side a few hundred feet above the Thompson river as it meandered towards Spence's Bridge. it was always fun and scary, back then you needed a 4x4 or a high clearance van, and 3 of my aunties had one each, a blue one, green one and brown one, and they'd be full of us kids in the back laughing and screaming, catching up and telling stories. our family was so close, my aunt's were all in their late 20's at that time. my grand parents really kept our family together, they were respected for storytelling and cultural knowledge. when they passed away, first my spapza in 1982 from cancer, it shook our family to the core. i think i only went to the ranch a couple more years after that. my granny or yea-yeah, passed away in 2009, and it seemed like the last breath of family went with her. i hardly see anyone in my family anymore. i know we're all busy, but in the 1980's my aunt's and uncle's were able to contact each other and connect at the ranch without the internet, cell phones and other shackles we bind ourselves. they made time for each other. 

anyway, i ramble on. 

chris bose. 

the cave where the little people live

that come out at night steal people away

to live with them forever.