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I lived in this neighborhood for almost six years now and recognize a lot of locals, including homeless. Some of them i say hi to. Sometimes you don't see a person for a long while and you wonder what happened to them.
There was a poster downstairs in the lobby. Now i know his name. Ed Green. Pretty much everybody knew him. He lived on Denman street for a while, cleaning sidewalks for some businesses who would allow him to sleep on their property. He would always say hi and seemed to be in good spirits most of the time. He died on Xmas day from pneumonia. There will be memorial for him, i won't go but it would be great to learn about his life. Because stories is all we have in the end. And in most cases those will die too after two generations.
I have a friend who's Native. He told me that he is what is considered in their tradition a "Story Teller". You remember stories that people tell you and you pass them on. We all do that of course but in his case it's more serious i guess, it's his duty. I really like that idea. The meaning of it is to preserve experience and pass it on. And to pass on some good memories of course. And i kinda like how fragile it is. It's not written down, not blogged. It's not archived anywhere like those little souvenirs you keep so they would serve as reminders and then you never look at them until being forced to sort your storage room. Somehow this fragility makes those stories much more precious.
I'm glad somebody organized posters and a memorial. Don't remember exactly was it Conan Doyle or Stevenson who said in one of his books: a man must truly be a monster if nobody cried when he died.
There was a poster downstairs in the lobby. Now i know his name. Ed Green. Pretty much everybody knew him. He lived on Denman street for a while, cleaning sidewalks for some businesses who would allow him to sleep on their property. He would always say hi and seemed to be in good spirits most of the time. He died on Xmas day from pneumonia. There will be memorial for him, i won't go but it would be great to learn about his life. Because stories is all we have in the end. And in most cases those will die too after two generations.
I have a friend who's Native. He told me that he is what is considered in their tradition a "Story Teller". You remember stories that people tell you and you pass them on. We all do that of course but in his case it's more serious i guess, it's his duty. I really like that idea. The meaning of it is to preserve experience and pass it on. And to pass on some good memories of course. And i kinda like how fragile it is. It's not written down, not blogged. It's not archived anywhere like those little souvenirs you keep so they would serve as reminders and then you never look at them until being forced to sort your storage room. Somehow this fragility makes those stories much more precious.
I'm glad somebody organized posters and a memorial. Don't remember exactly was it Conan Doyle or Stevenson who said in one of his books: a man must truly be a monster if nobody cried when he died.