Terri's Journal: Final Entry

Today is my final day at the Museum -- it’s been fourteen unpredictable and wholly enjoyable weeks since I started way back in May.  

I try not to begin anything, much less a job, with the mindset of simply “getting through it” and instead try to find the challenge or joy in what I’m doing, but that can sometimes be very hard. I found no such difficulties in my time here. I am well used to jobs that have a set timeframe, but this is the first job that I’ve left feeling that I could get more done with more time. Still, I can quantify my contributions to the museum and that’s a very good feeling. I feel a certain sense of accomplishment having completed my time here; I’ve finished what I set out to do.

A never ending stream of thank yous to Kimiko for giving me this opportunity and providing such a dynamic and wonderful workplace; to Matthew for making me laugh and never getting frustrated by my repetitive questions about the cash register; to Gary for letting me be his Vana; to all the wonderful board members and volunteers who gave me so much support. It’s been pleasure working with and getting to know you all.

I’ve learned a lot about our community this summer, met a lot of neat people, and gained some life skills and work experience. And I got paid to do it, too!

For the last time,

Terri

40th Anniversary Beachcombers Exhibit Launch

40^th Anniversary

Beachcombers Exhibit Launch

Saturday, August 17th, 2013
1:00 pm to 3:00 pm

To celebrate the 40^th anniversary of the iconic series, the Sunshine Coast Museum and Archives will launch a new and improved Beachcombers exhibit on Saturday, August 17^th from 1-3 pm. The centerpiece of the exhibit is the recreation of the Molly’s Reach countertop with a life-sized photo of the cast as seen in the image above.  Visitors are invited to “sit down and have a coffee” with their favorite characters and peruse archival photographs and scripts. There will also be life-sized cut-outs of Nick and Relic for photo opportunities and the continuous screening of 3 classic Beachcombers episodes (Save the Persephone, The Tray Tree and Voice of the People). Beachcombers alumni will be on hand to answer questions about the much-loved series. Funded by the Town of Gibsons, the new exhibit will celebrate all things Beachcombers and we hope to see you there! 

Terri's Journal: Week Ten

I don’t think it’s fair to say that summer is winding down given that it’s only August 7^th, yet I’m hearing it all over. Summer as a season doesn’t even end officially until well into September but, since our society’s year revolves around the school year, it’s true what they say: August is the Sunday of summer. I only have two more weeks at the museum now. Two weeks after that I’m back at school. When you lay it out like that, it really does seem short.

I always run a tally in my head of the earliest “Back to School” ads of the year. This summer I think it was Zeller’s at the beginning of June. I remember being tortured by that as a kid even though I enjoyed school. “Why must these foul reminders sully my freedom by announcing its imminent demise,” I’d think to myself (so I was a touch precocious and melodramatic as a child, does this really surprise?). The worst one I heard of was my friend’s story from many years ago. She got off the bus after the last day of school and opened the mail box to find a single piece of junk mail - you guessed it, a back to school ad.

I thought I’d share some back to school ads from yesteryear with you in this post so that I may join in the cruelty (although I’ve heard that these ads have quite an opposite effect on parents. Strange that.) These are from the Coast News …

… in 1964 …

… in 1958 …

… and 1970.

You may want to click on the images for a better view.

Do you want to know the strange part about all those ads? I found them all in late August and early September issues. I suppose in our present culture that tries to get us out Christmas shopping shortly after Valentine’s Day, Back to School Advertisers need to jump the gun a bit too. Personally I’d prefer if no one told me school existed until the last week of August.

Terri