As Louis prepares to do another printing run of the book, he is looking for new testimonials/comments to use on the book. And he would like them to come from you! So, what would you like to say about the book to help those who haven’t read it know if they will like it?
Use the comment form below, or email directly to louis@cedarsalmonandweed.ca
Thanks in advance!!
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Centennial Park, Bamfield – a place that is always hopping on Easter weekend, as the children of Bamfield search for eggs the Easter Bunny has hidden
Thanks for the feedback Erin!
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Here are Sylvia’s words:
I know the expression to never judge a book by its cover, but I really like the atmospheric picture and it does represent the content! [Ed. Note: Kudos go to Hamo Djoboulian for creating the great cover image! (See image to right.)]
With your descriptions, I could visualize the coastline and vegetation around Bamfield, but was never there for long enough to get to know the more permanent residents. I thought Gaz and the other main characters in your book strong and interesting. I have a happy memory of being with the first group of students to stay in the old cable station. We slept together in a large room and I seem to remember ghost stories being told before we settled off – probably by Dan Pace who is still a friend of ours.
Coming from Ireland as a rather innocent and politically ignorant 21 year old Vancouver was an exciting place to be in the late 1960s and early 1970s. Apart from becoming more politically aware (Vietnam was always in the news), I learned about cannabis! My fellow housemates and I tried to grow it at the bottom of the garden of our Burnaby house, but it was a wet year and the plants did not thrive. Years later, it was I who showed our children cannabis grown in our Dublin garden, from bird seed – as part of my work on ‘alien’ plants.
]]>I just wanted to drop a quick line to let you know that, through a distant connection of the Bamfield grapevine, I picked up a copy of Cedar, Salmon and Weed on my last visit to Canada a couple of weeks ago. I couldn’t put it down, I absolutely loved it! I read it in a couple of days and loaned it to my Dad who remembers Bamfield from the 70’s when he and my mum were together. In fact, one of Dad’s stories is how grandpa Peter used to flog him with the birch after the sauna – he was never sure if grandpa gave it a little extra juice just for him… I haven’t been to Bamfield since Grandma’s funeral but reading this reconnected me to my childhood there and all the wonder of west coast beaches (I laughed at the “wet coast”). Thanks for a great read anyways,
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