Flash Back Fridays
TERESA STRUKOFF 1982
Teresa lived at the Lodge off and on over a period of eighteen years beginning in 1983. Her first visit was to a folk weekend in 1982. She came with her friend and former Simon Fraser roommate Danusia Kanachowski. She came back to the Lodge and helped to look after 70 mine refitters who were working at Westmin mine. There was a lot of extra house work to do. Teresa remembers how hard it was to keep track of who was staying in which room when, and more than once walked in on a sleeping fellow!
￼￼￼￼￼￼￼￼She also recalls that the Lodge had to purchase an enormous amount of food to provide meals that were not usual Lodge fare. These guests expected a lot of meat in their diet! Thinking that they were making money, the Bouldings went out on a limb for the men and made several purchases on credit, including the food and new heaters for each bedroom, in order to accommodate the workers.
One day all the men skipped out. A bill for $52,000 was left unpaid. Several merchants in town were bankrupted because they were not paid either.
Having grown up in a Doukabor family in south eastern BC, Teresa brought skills with her like gardening and a knowledge of herbs to the Lodge and perfected the art of growing a garden on unforgiving Strathcona rock soil. There was a greenhouse attached to the office and she enjoyed tending the plants there. Teresa didn’t stop there – she took the initiative to build her own house on the upper property – a two storey log building with a lovely porch, complete with a bathroom and kitchen. Teresa became skilled at giving bog walks and pointing out native plants and explaining their significance.
She remembers when Jim became ill in 1984, and how the staff took it upon themselves to assist the family while Myrna and Jim were often away seeking treatments for his cancer . The children had to be taken into town to go to school, and she often drove them to Campbell River while performing other tasks involved in the ‘town run’. After Jim passed away it seemed to her that the Lodge was like a ship without anyone at the helm.