VanRamblings | 2026 | Raymond’s Health Update

After 265 arduous and often painful days of my recovery from prostate cancer surgery at Vancouver General Hospital, I can report to VanRamblings’ readers today that I am well on the way to a full recovery and that, at present, there are no hurdles in respect of my once upon a time prostate cancer that is of concern to me.


The front entrance to Broadview Housing Co-operative, in the heart of the Kitsilano neighbourhood

Today, then, allow me to provide you with some insight into my eight-plus month recovery journey, commencing in early November 2025, when I was bedridden and in immense pain, cared for by friends and neighbours — in particular regarding the latter group, my Broadview Housing Co-operative comrades and in-house health saviours / providers: Heather Redfern and Kevin Stewart, in particular, but also Judi Burley, Laurie Reid, Max Burley, Jordan Patrich, Bobby Asgari, Laurette Yelle, and Libbi Dowd — without whose caring, able assistance and dedication to working with me towards my recovery, I might very well not be here today.

Meaghan, pictured above, was also a core saviour, the light in my life, during my recovery

Meaghan Brister also played a significant — dare I say, pivotal — role before and in the many months after my prostate cancer surgery. I’ve previously published a photo of Meaghan and her husband Alasdair’s 2-year-old daughter, Elliott, sitting at the bottom, on the left hand side, of my bed, an ever present Teague the dog nearby. The whole family have long been very close friends of mine (lucky me!).

Perhaps most important of all over the past 16 months, my personal health saviour, Kelly Ryan

In the time to come, I will dedicate a whole column to Kelly, as I will to Heather — these two angels from heaven, more than any of my other deeply devoted caregivers and friends — were the difference makers in my life these past eight-plus months, who ensured I was eating enough to keep me alive (I had no appetite for months, my weight dropping to 135 pounds from 175 pounds a month prior to my October 31, 2025 prostate cancer surgery, and from an initial 225 pounds when I was first diagnosed with Stage 4 prostate cancer on September 5, 2024).

The one, the only, the exceedingly lovely and achingly bright Nicholas (Nick) John Ellan

And let me not forget Nick (Nicholas John) Ellan,  member of COPE extraordinaire, dedicated socialist, the most well-read and avid consumer of contemporary “literature” (Nick reads widely each day, across the Internet, sharing with me what he’s run across), the brightest person of my acquaintance — and lemme tell ya, I know some achingly bright people who inform and give value to my life — the Nick Ellan who has heard every gory detail of my recovery each and every day for the past 265 days, often multiple times a day, who has put up with my mood swings (no mean feat that, Nick!), and yet through it all has stayed by my side, kept my mind active, challenged me (for which I often get pissed off … let Nick tell you about that), a true friend, a comrade, the best person in the world to travel with — we’re looking at going to Puerto Vallarta next spring — a great cook, a great consumer of pop culture, someone who knows more about the culinary scene in Vancouver than any person I know. Well, what can I say, but … I love you, Nick!

Raymond and Fergus when I weighed 225 pounds, when Fergus was 3 years (he’s 7 years old now)

Each month of my recovery brought some new variation and often uncomfortable transformation, very rarely pleasant, more often troubling and painful in the month of November 2025, requiring that I be hospitalized three times that month, carried out on a stretcher, and rushed to Vancouver General Hospital.

In the month of November, I suffered three hematomas, my bed and my apartment covered in blood prior to my being taken to hospital in an ambulance, Heather, Kelly and Kevin standing by to provide whatever assistance to the paramedics that was deemed necessary.

A hematoma is a sac of pooling blood — composed of red and white blood cells, platelets and fibrin and plasma — that accumulates when a blood vessel becomes damaged and then ruptures, causing blood to rush outside the body from deep within tissues, internal organs and various other body spaces, kind of like a burst blood clot, but messier and more concerning, not necessarily dangerous but should the deep bleeding emanate from inside the abdomen — which is where my invasive prostate surgery took place — can cause severe internal blood loss, leading to life-threatening shock.

Each of my hematomas, once burst, poured blood from my body’s right side for hour upon hour, such that I woke up covered in blood, my bed soaked — like the scene from The Godfather, when the movie producer wakes up covered in blood — and as I attempted to get up, blood tracked throughout my apartment.

Finally, towards the end of November, upon my third hospitalization, urologic oncologist Dr. Amy Sherman came to visit me in my hospital bed, harrumphed and said, “Enough of this!”

Dr. Sherman then proceeded to “sew” up my wound subcutaneously, which served to permanently stopped the blood flowing from my body.

I asked her, “Why are you the first doctor to come up with a subcuteneous resolution to my hematomas,” to which she replied (with a twinkle in her eye), “Because they are not as good, as skilled and knowledgeable a doctor as I am.”

Throughout November and December, I received daily care at home from a home care assistant — mainly responsible for cleaning me up, and bathing me in bed, while exploring the potential for a problem that required medical intervention.

In addition, a registered wound care nurse — who, as a group, are very well respected for the work they do — who visited weekly.

Just to wrap this up, and get to the “end”, if November was the month of hematomas, December was the month of fecal incontinence (don’t ask, it was messy), and January (for me, the worst month) a month of constipation that was painful and unrelenting.

February, as Heather visited her sister in Grand Forks for the first two weeks of the month, celebrating her birthday over on Vancouver Island during the latter two weeks of February — something she and her husband, Jason, have done for years — I was pretty much on my own, and left to my own devices.

Truth to tell, my appetite began to return (my neighbour Libbi, who herself was being treated for cancer, told me, “Raymond, the secret to recovering your appetite: the Filet O’ Fish at McDonald’s … and so it proved to be).

In February I was up and walking Teague the dog, slowly and fitfully, but walking throughout my Kitsilano neighbourhood nonetheless, initially with a walker and then with a cane, and eventually — much to my family physician Brad Fritz’s chagrin — I was walking, if a little unsteadily, sans cane or other mobility devices.

Three more notes of interest before I bring today’s Health Update post to a close …

    • In early December, on my way to the washroom I passed out, falling to the floor. For six hours, I “slept” on the cold laminate flooring in my home. At the time, my apartment door was always open. At 7am, after my neighbour Jordan had been up all night wrestling with 2-year-old Wynn and 4-year-old Orlo to get them to sleep, he decided to look in on me. Seeing me sprawled out on the floor, Jordan — a husky, fit guy in his early 40s, and the only Broadview member strong enough to perform strength-requiring physicality — gently lifted me off the floor and into his arms, carrying to my bed, whereupon he covered me up, as I fell back to sleep. Heather arrived precisely at 9am — as she did every day, 7 days a week, for three solid months — to feed me, do the dishes, clean the floors and put in a wash, emptying the garbage and doing the recycling, as well, finally leaving exhausted for her home on the third floor — having been informed by Jordan of my overnight “event;”
    • Incontinence.  Yep, one loses control of their bladder in the months, up to a year and a half after prostate cancer surgery (which, by the way, turns one into a eunuch which, truth to tell at near 76 years of age, has come as a welcome relief in my dotage). Recently, at Khatsalano Day making my way up West 4th Avenue from Macdonald Street, where I visited each of the political booths that had been set up, I was alarmed to discover the my entire front was soaked (in urine, both Donald Trump and I, alas). I took an EVO home, took a shower, and changed into clean clothing. I have come up with a resolution to the incontinence “leaking” — I wear a diaper, of course, but I place bamboo / cotton boxer protective underwear over top of the diaper, and voilà, no more embarrassing and compromising “leakage”;

Alasdair and Fergus, ‘football’ and rugby stars both

  • Saving the best for last. When I left hospital November 1 2025 — Alasdair and Fergus picking me up from the fourth floor urology recovering floor (a story all in itself) — to bring me home, as we were leaving, I was told that come the autumn of 2026, as my surgical team had not caught all the cancer, I would be subject to five weeks of, five-day-a-week radiation therapy at the B.C. Cancer Agency.

This past Monday, expecting a call from Dr. Miles Mannas, my skilled prostate cancer surgeon, my expectation was that I would be negotiating a date after the upcoming October 17 municipal election for my radiation therapy, which both Dr. Brad Fritz and my friend Roni Jones suggested should occur in the afternoon, because I would be beat in the morning, and barely able to get out of bed …

Roni, in response to my question, “How am I going to get to and from my apartment five days a week to arrive at the B.C. Cancer Agency, and then be ferried home more than a little worse for wear — both Roni and Brad told me that the latter three weeks I would be bedridden (gosh, just like last November). Roni came up with the suggestion of HandyDART for transportation!

At any rate, at 11:45am on Monday moring an ebullient Dr. Miles Mannas called me, cheerful, friendly, voluble and warm of spirit and cadence to say, as I began my radiation therapy negotiation, Dr. Mannas kindly interrupting me …

“Raymond, I don’t know who told you you’d be going in for radiation therapy in the fall, that we hadn’t caught all the cancer during your surgery last autumn. All of your current tests indicate you are cancer free, we caught it all. There is no necessity for you to subject yourself to radiation therapy, it’s simply not necessary.”

We spoke for awhile more, Dr. Mannas asking …

“So, how many diapers are you going through a day? ‘One’, I told him. “Only one,” he asked, a tone of surprise in his voice. “Yep,” I replied. “And how are you feeling these days, “Pretty darn good,” I replied. “I’m writing again, walking up to and beyond five kilometres a day with my dog, socializing with friends, and all and all, I feel as good as I did before I was diagnosed with prostate cancer almost two years ago.”

And what about your pain medication, the hydromorphone? Have you found your way to clear to reducing your pain medication intake?” I replied that I had not taken a hydromorphone tablet in over two months, and prior to that I had reduced my intake to a 1mg tablet most, and then, some days, that I was good.

We spoke for awhile more, as I said to him …

“As you may be aware, prior to my surgery last year, each of the four nurses, two of the anaesthesiologists, three of the surgeons who would be assisting you, and a number of other medical professionals who would be present in the operating theatre during my surgery, told me of how skilled you are, and how fortunate I was to have you as my surgeon. But they said more …

Each individual who visited me prior to my surgery told me how much they loved you, of your wry and boisterous sense of humour, how you always remembered their birthdays, how collegial and supportive you have been in regards to their careers, and their deep and abiding affection for you. We don’t always know what people are saying about us when we’re not around, not in the room. I thought it right to let you in how much your colleagues respect and admire you, and how much you have added to the quality of their lives, and their work experience at VGH.”

There was a momentary pause, after which Dr. Mannas said …

“Thank you, Raymond. Your words mean a great deal to me. Really, I had no idea. Thank you for your kindness in letting me know. You’ve made my day!”

I thanked him for his skill and all the work he had put in, all of the tests and interventions in which he had engaged on my behalf over the past eighteen months, since he first began treating me in early January of 2025.

And with that, our call came to an end.

And now, all these months later, I am over the moon!

VanRamblings | The Saga of Our Time Off the Internet, and Redemption

Late in the evening of Thursday, July 9th, VanRamblings went down, and was off the Internet until early in the morning of Tuesday, July 21st.

Today, VanRamblings presents what occurred between July 9th and 21st, why VanRamblings went off the Internet, and how it re-emerged again.

Since its inception in February 2004, VanRamblings has been hosted by Hostgator, a small, entrepreneurial Texas company that, in recent years, has become one of the world’s largest hosting brands before being absorbed, twice, into a multinational conglomerate.

Founded in October 2002 by Brent Oxley, then a student at Florida Atlantic University, HostGator established its headquarters in Houston, Texas. By offering inexpensive shared web hosting with knowledgeable technical support available by phone, the company quickly earned a loyal following among bloggers, small businesses and entrepreneurs.

VanRamblings’ webmaster, current Vancouver City Councillor Mike Klassen, liked what Hostgator provided, that the service was steady, tech support was readily available, and the pricing very good — initially, VanRamblings paid $80 Canadian a year to have our website hosted. In 2004, Mike owned a company called Thinking Cap Media that designed websites — including VanRamblings, as it happens — for small businesses, and upstart bloggers located across the Metro Vancouver region, and the province of British Columbia.

All was well for a number of years, Mike Klassen’s influential website CityCaucus was hosted at Hostgator, as was the case with VanRamblings.

in 2012, founder Brent Oxley sold HostGator to the Endurance International Group (EIG) for approximately US$225 million. In 2021, Endurance merged with Web.com to form Newfold Digital, in a transaction valued at roughly US$3 billion. HostGator has operated as a Newfold Digital brand ever since.

And that’s when the troubles began for VanRamblings.

Hostgator pricing skyrocketed, service went into the toilet, the service became unreliable, Hostgator offering an inferior and unhelpful service compared to its early days, Hostgator offering an almost completely useless Chat facility rather than telephone contact with a tech support team member.

Hostgator customer complaints went through the roof following the merger.

  • Better Business Bureau records show hundreds of complaints against Newfold Digital covering billing, renewals and customer service;
  • Independent review sites and Reddit discussions consistently report increasing dissatisfaction compared with HostGator’s independent years;
  • Customer complaints focus: unexpected renewal pricing at much increased rates; unauthorized automatic renewals; almost non-existent technical support; excruciatingly long Chat wait times; and difficulty cancelling services (to which circumstance VanRamblings can, most sadly, attest).

Right around the time that VanRamblings began to fail, Mike Klassen was running for civic office, and later won a seat on Vancouver City Council.

On July 9th, with no notice to VanRamblings, Hostgator changed VanRamblings DNS server, failing to point it to our Domain Naming Server at Rebel.com.  VanRamblings was down and off the Internet. After five days with no service, contact with Hostgator only through their incredibly unhelpful / useless Chat service, while visiting our friend Bill McCreery — who we will write about this next Monday, July 27th — VanRamblings, after much investigation and thought, made the unilateral decision to switch our hosting company from the U.S.-based Hostgator “service” (we use that word advisedly) to Web Hosting Canada, who have emerged this past week as angels sent from heaven to put VanRamblings back on the ‘Net, in the face of much opposition and an utter lack of co-operation from Hostgator.

Quite simply, we declare ourselves in love with Web Hosting Canada: migrating VanRamblings files from Hostgator dating back to 2004 to WHC, at no charge.

WHC billed us at $141 for three years of superior service, as opposed to $170 per year Hostgator was charging for their so-called Hatchling Plan (they wanted to charge $300 per year for their “regular” service).

You do the math: $47 per year Canadian for Québéc-based Web Hosting Canada — with all the bells and whistles, and 24-hour, readily available telephone tech support from near tech gods employed by Web Hosting Canada vs $300 per year for Hostgator, an incompetent, inferior Texas-based web host non-service.

After the three year introductory period, WHC will charge approximately C$120 annually before applicable taxes and optional add-on services.

While that represents a noticeable increase from the initial promotional price, the renewal cost remains competitive within the Canadian market, and is considerably more transparent than the steep renewal increases common among several large American hosting companies, like Hostgator.

Web Hosting Canada: A Canadian Success Story in Web Hosting

For Canadian businesses, bloggers and organizations seeking dependable web hosting, from what we have read, Web Hosting Canada (WHC) has quietly built one of the strongest reputations in the country. Founded in 2003, and headquartered in Montréal, WHC remains a privately owned Canadian technology company at a time when many of its largest competitors have been acquired by multinational corporations. That independence has become one of its defining strengths, allowing the company to focus on customer service, transparent pricing and Canadian-based infrastructure rather than quarterly shareholder expectations.

Over the past 23 years, Web Hosting Canada has grown from a small hosting provider into one of Canada’s leading web infrastructure companies.

Today, WHC reports serving more than 75,000 satisfied customers while hosting over 470,000 websites, making it one of the country’s largest independently owned web-hosting firms.

Accredited by both the Internet Corporation for Assigned Names and Numbers (ICANN) and the Canadian Internet Registration Authority (CIRA), WHC has consistently ranked among Canada’s leading providers of .CA domain registrations.

According to the company’s literature, WHC’s philosophy is straightforward: provide Canadian customers with fast, secure hosting on Canadian infrastructure, backed by knowledgeable support staff who understand the needs of businesses operating in Canada. Unlike many international hosting companies that outsource customer service, WHC emphasizes locally based technical support and places a premium on building long-term customer relationships.

WHC’s mission is to provide “powerful yet affordable” web solutions while maintaining high standards for reliability, security and customer care.

That customer-first approach has earned the company considerable recognition.

WHC currently displays an average customer rating of 4.9 out of 5, based on thousands of verified reviews collected through independent review platforms. Within Canada’s technology community, the company is frequently recommended for customers who prefer Canadian data centres, Canadian privacy protections and support delivered by staff familiar with the domestic market. While, as with any large hosting company, there are occasional negative customer experiences, its overall reputation for responsiveness and transparency remains among the strongest in the Canadian hosting industry.

VanRamblings would like to thank every WHC rep with whom we have interacted over the past week: Haivey, Achres, Zied, Nada, Ahmed, Maeva, Elyes, Nadia, Dan, Miller, Abir, Matthew, Joseph, Ziad, Diya, Nesrine, Ren, and every member of  …

… who got VanRamblings back on the ‘Net, configured VanRamblings’ WordPress, and enabled both the rtomlin@vanramblings.com and info@vanramblings.com e-mail addresses so they forward to our primary home e-mail account.

The best part of the past 12 days? Reconnecting with Mike Klassen, with whom we spent an inordinate amount of time — amidst his incredibly busy schedule and demands on his time — reconnecting with Michael (we call him, ‘Michael’) in a palpable and mutually supportive manner that served to recapture our 35+ year friendship in the warmest possible way.

The final piece of the puzzle to get VanRamblings up and running was to have Rebel.ca — our Domain Name Server, who Mike engaged to serve as our name server in 2019 — to connect to WHC’s newly configured DNS server. VanRamblings will remain with Rebel for now, but will switch to Web Hosting Canada as our Domain Name Server in the early part of summer 2027.

We spent in excess of 100 hours over a period of 12 days, at all times of the day and night (there were many 4 AM calls with Hostgator — to cajole them into allowing the transfer / migration of our files to Web Hosting Canada — calls that lasted for up to 90 minutes, during which time we set about to acquire information from an obstinate HostGator that WHC required in order to start the migration process). No one can say that VanRamblings was not up to the task; we most certainly were.

VanRamblings Returns | The Curse of Politics | This Week’s Episode


Please click on the YouTube link above for the latest edition of the Curse of Politics

After two long and arduous weeks, VanRamblings is back on the Internet.

Today on VanRamblings, we present the latest episode of our favourite podcast, David Herle’s The Curse of Politics, the must-watch and must-listen-to weekly political podcast that is mandatory viewing and listening.

We wrote about The Curse of Politics on June 24th.

You can access that column by clicking on the underlined link in the paragraph above, to read all about the history of the folks who each week make The Curse of Politics the place to be if you give a galldarn about the state of our society, and want the no-holds-barred inside scoop on what’s going on in Ottawa.

We’re going to hold off on writing about politics on VanRamblings until next week.

We have a column already to go, a couple of weeks late in the publishing, all about our friend Bill McCreery — who we visited in Sechelt last week — that will just knock your socks off. Look for that must-read column next Monday, July 27th.

On Thursday, we’ll publish a health update on the founder of this site, that is all kinds of hopeful, I think. That column will not be the detailed column we’ll publish in the future, but will present information that places VanRamblings into context.

We’ll see what Friday brings.

Birthday countdown: only 22 days (actually, three weeks today) til Raymond Tomlin’s birthday. Yes, the annual Fraser Valley tour is in the offing.

Click on the link directly below for the birthday tour itinerary.

The 35th anniversary of Raymond’s Annual Birthday Tour of the Fraser Valley.

Where the City Breathes: The Enduring Story of Vancouver’s Park Board

The history of the Vancouver Board of Parks and Recreation, more commonly known as the Vancouver Park Board, is in many ways the history of Vancouver.

Few public institutions have done more to shape the daily lives of residents than the elected body charged with protecting the city’s forests, beaches, community centres,  gardens and public gathering places.

Long before Vancouver became celebrated for its livability, the Park Board was quietly laying the foundations for the city that would emerge — a city where parks were not an afterthought, but the framework around which neighbourhoods would grow.

For well over a century, Vancouver’s Park Board has remained one of the most cherished civic institutions anywhere in North America.

Current  2022 elected Commissioners mandated to oversee decision-making at Vancouver’s Park Board

It is one of a handful of fully elected, independent park boards across the continent, exercising powers granted under the Vancouver Charter.

While virtually every other major North American city places parks and recreation under the direct authority of city council or a municipal department, Vancouver entrusted those responsibilities to Commissioners elected directly by the public.

That institutional independence has often produced spirited political debates, occasional conflict with City Hall, and differing visions for Vancouver’s future.

Yet it has also allowed generations of Commissioners to devote themselves exclusively to parks, recreation and public space — an extraordinary civic experiment that has helped define Vancouver’s identity.

The origins of the Park Board date to 1888, only two years after Vancouver’s incorporation as a city.

The fledgling municipality recognized early on that preserving public land would be essential if the young city were to avoid the mistakes made elsewhere, where development consumed valuable waterfronts and forests before governments acted to protect them.

The Board’s original mandate was straightforward but ambitious: acquire, preserve and improve public park land for present and future generations.

Over time that mandate expanded dramatically to include playgrounds, sports fields, beaches, golf courses, marinas, swimming pools, arenas, horticulture, urban forestry, environmental stewardship, arts programming, recreation services, cultural events and, eventually, the management of one of Canada’s largest systems of community recreation centres.

Among the Board’s earliest achievements was the preservation and stewardship of Stanley Park, which remains one of the world’s great urban parks. Commissioners oversaw improvements to trails, beaches, seawalls, gardens and recreation facilities while preserving the park’s extraordinary natural landscape.

Throughout the twentieth century the Board continued acquiring neighbourhood parks as Vancouver expanded westward and southward. Small local parks became the green hearts of emerging communities, ensuring that nearly every resident would live within walking distance of public open space.

An equally transformative chapter began after the Second World War with the emergence of Vancouver’s community centres.

Across neighbourhoods, citizens had organized independently to build and operate recreation facilities. These community centre associations were grassroots organizations, led almost entirely by volunteers. Local residents raised money, organized activities, hired instructors, operated concessions, planned events and determined programming reflecting each neighbourhood’s unique character.

In the early through mid-1950s, these independent volunteer-run community organizations commenced discussions on realizing a formal partnership with the Vancouver Park Board that rather than replace local control embraced the volunteer model. The resulting partnership became one of the most successful examples of community governance in Canada.

To this day, community centre associations continue to elect volunteer boards composed of neighbourhood residents. The Park Board supplies professional staff, access to maintenance support — although, since 2009, the City has largely failed on that front — recreation expertise and long-term capital investment.

Together, the Vancouver Park Board, and the volunteer community centre Boards of Directors have worked together — sometimes fitfully — to create community recreation facilities that are responsive to the interests of neighbourhoods throughout the city.

Today Vancouver’s network of community centres remains one of the city’s defining civic institutions. They are places where children learn to swim, seniors meet friends over coffee, newcomers improve their English, teenagers play basketball, families attend festivals, artists teach pottery and musicians rehearse.

Unlike private fitness clubs or exclusive recreational facilities, Vancouver’s community centres have been designed around accessibility and inclusion.

No matter one’s income, ethnicity, language, sexual identity or age, the doors remain open.

Recognizing that financial barriers should never prevent participation, the Park Board long ago developed a comprehensive concession programme offering substantially reduced fees for low-income residents.

Through what is now the Leisure Access Programme, eligible residents receive significant discounts on admission to pools, skating rinks, fitness centres and recreational programmes, ensuring that recreation remains a public good rather than a luxury.

The Vancouver Park Board had majority Non-Partisan Association (NPA) Commissioners from 1940 to 1972.

In 1972, TEAM formed a majority on Park Board, that thrived through the late 1970s, transforming governance of Vancouver’s Board of Parks and Recreation,  while building a parks and recreation system that became the envy of the world.

From much of the 1980s through the late 1990s, Park Board Commissioners affiliated with the Non-Partisan Association (NPA) civic party frequently held governing majorities on the Board.

Although civic politics remained partisan, Vancouver’s Park Board  focused less on ideology than on practical questions of expanding recreation services, acquiring park land and maintaining infrastructure.

Numerous Commissioners developed reputations as diligent stewards rather than ideological combatants.

Civic figures and Park Board Commssioners who made a difference, taking the job of stewards of Vancouver’s system of parks and recreation seriously and as a public trust, include such figures as Bill McCreery — who VanRamblings will write about next Monday — Allan De Genova, Ian Robertson, Don Bellamy, Christopher Richardson, Trevor Loke, George Wainborn, Libbi Davies, Art Cowie, Tim Louis, Michael Wiebe, George Puil,  Donna Morgan, John Coupar, Erin Shum, Melissa De Genova, Alan Featherstonhaugh, Niki Sharma, Philip Owen, Laura McDiarmid, Aaron Jasper, Andy Livingstone, Constance Barnes, Sarah Kirby-Yung, Grace McCarthy, Stuart Mackinnon, and Sarah Blyth — among many, many other elected Park Board Commissioners — each left their own imprint, though representing different political movements and philosophies in Vancouver politics.

One of the most ambitious administrative reforms ever undertaken by the Park Board emerged decades later with development of the OneCard.

For years Vancouver residents were effectively members of individual community centres rather than the city-wide recreation system. Memberships, registrations and financial systems differed from one association to another.

Creating a universal Park Board access card allowing residents to use any community centre, pool, rink or fitness facility across Vancouver required years of sometimes fraught negotiation, involving the Presidents of the various community centre associations, and a too often uncompromising and intractable City of Vancouver, in the form of Vancouver’s imperious City Manager, Dr. Penny Ballem.

Presidents of the various community centre associations played an indispensable role. Many understood that while local identity should remain protected, residents increasingly expected seamless access throughout the city.

The discussions were often lengthy, often contentious and politically delicate. Associations wished to preserve their independence and financial stability. Park Board leadership / Dr. Ballem sought greater “consistency” across the system.

Ultimately co-operation prevailed.

The OneCard became a symbol of a unified recreation system while preserving the volunteer governance that had served Vancouver so well for decades.

Like every democratic institution, the Park Board has experienced controversy.

Perhaps no episode better illustrates the intensity of civic engagement than the debate surrounding the Bloedel Conservatory.

Facing financial pressures during the tenure of a Vision Vancouver majority on Park Board, in 2010 proposals emerged that contemplated closing the beloved conservatory atop Queen Elizabeth Park.

To many Vancouver residents, the Bloedel Conservatory represented far more than a greenhouse. It was a tropical sanctuary. A refuge during rainy winters. A place where generations of families introduced children to exotic birds and lush plant life.

Public opposition was immediate and passionate.


John Coupar loves Vancouver parks. In 1937, John’s father was hired as an apprentice gardener at Park Board, taking a leave to join the Canadian army in 1939. During the war, John’s father worked with the Allies on the liberation of Europe, returning to Park Board at the end of the war in 1945, where he was employed all of his working life, often taking John to the gardens and parks throughout Vancouver where he was working. When the Vision Vancouver Park Board, in 2010, threatened the closure of the Bloedel Conservatory, John — in concert with others — worked to save the Bloedel Conservatory, which he and his activist colleagues did, preserving the conservatory to this day.

Among those helping lead efforts to preserve the conservatory was future Park Board Commissioner John Coupar, working alongside community advocates, volunteers, horticultural supporters and civic organizations.

Following the 2011 civic election when he was elected to Park Board, and later as Chair of the Board following the 2014 civic election, John Coupar became one of the institution’s strongest champions. Rather than allowing closure, the Board pursued restoration, fundraising partnerships and renewed public programming.

Today the conservatory remains one of Vancouver’s treasured civic attractions.

Sarah Kirby-Yung, current Vancouver City Councillor / former Park Board Commissioner / Chairperson

Another landmark achievement came through collaboration between Commissioners and senior Park Board management regarding cetaceans (whales, dolphins) in captivity at the Vancouver Aquarium.

After years of public debate, scientific evidence and changing public attitudes toward whales and dolphins in captivity, thanks to very fine work by then Chairperson of the Vancouver Park Board, Sarah Kirby-Yung, working with Park Board General Manager, the incredibly competent — and dare we say, well-loved — Malcolm Bromley, the two discovered an obscure 1923 by-law that allowed the Vancouver Park Board to adopt a policy that would ultimately end the keeping of cetaceans at the Vancouver Aquarium in Stanley Park.

Pissed off future Vancouver City Councillor Colleen Hardwick complained loud and long that “the despicable Sarah Kirby-Yung” had ignored / rejected / gone against Non-Partisan Association policy that supported whales in captivity.

F-ck Non-Partisan Association policy VanRamblings says, and do the moral thing — which an ethical, principled Sarah Kirby-Yung did, allowing The Aquarium to continue their policy of providing service and succour to whales in the open ocean, rather than in the “cages” of the Aquarium, Vancouver’s Aquarium thriving to this day without keeping cetaceans in small pool, caged captivity.

The ever-so autocratic and, dare we say, kind of nuts — but still competent — Dr. Penny Ballem.

Perhaps the most significant institutional conflict emerged during the tenure of former City Manager Dr. Penny Ballem. Historically, the Park Board General Manager functioned primarily as the senior executive accountable to the elected Commissioners. Dr. Ballem restructured Park Board such that the Park Board General Manager became an employee of the City, reporting directly to her.

Not only that, Dr. Ballem also transferred responsibility for maintenance operations — including many park maintenance functions — to centralized City departments, which have done a piss poor job of maintaining Vancouver’s community centres, facilities and parks (lack of funding, don’tcha know, as do nothing Council after do nothing Council ignored these cherished community spaces), recently resulting in a scathing report by Vancouver Auditor General Mike Macdonnell, who found that 11 of Vancouver’s community centres are in “an advanced state of disrepair,” neglected for the past 18 years by the City and Mayors and City Councillors, as Vancouver’s public social infrastructure — community-owned recreation centres, pools, hockey rinks, golf courses, not to mention, libraries and community hubs — have eroded, many beyond repair (think: the Aquatic Centre, currently in the throes of being torn down, or Vancouver’s well-loved Kitsilano pool).

Which is why Vancouver Liberals’ candidate for Mayor, Kareem Allam, has emerged as the only candidate seeking office in 2026 committed to repairing, rebuilding, rejuvenating and building more neighbourhood community centres and pools across the city — including a new 50-metre pool —  increasing public library hours, committed to restoring social cohesion, says Vancouver’s only ‘can-do’ candidate.

The future of the elected Park Board itself became a defining issue following the election of Mayor Ken Sim and his ABC Vancouver administration in 2022.

Mayor Sim has argued that Vancouver’s governance structure unnecessarily duplicates administrative functions and that parks should become another department reporting directly to City Council, as he envisions replacing the elected Park Board with a standing committee of an already overworked Council.

An overflow crowd attended the rally at the Hillcrest Community Centre this past February

Mayor Sim’s arguments are specious, wrong-headed, devoid of facts, an unseemly power grab based on Trump-like disinformation — not to mention which, VanRamblings is given to understand that Mayor Sim has intention of selling off park lands in Vancouver to his well-heeled billionaire friends, a topic which we will address in greater detail another day.

Fortunately, British Columbia Premier David Eby and his government have declined — and will continue to decline — to introduce legislation that would abolish the elected Park Board arising from a motion passed unanimously by ABC Vancouver Councillors, vehemently opposed by the non-affiliated Councillors.

For nearly 140 years the Vancouver Board of Parks and Recreation has acted as the steward of those shared places.

Governments will change. Political parties will rise and fall. Commissioners will come and go. Administrative structures may evolve. Yet the parks themselves endure, growing greener with each passing season, shaped by generations who believed that beauty, recreation and nature should belong to everyone.

In the end, that may be the Park Board’s greatest achievement. It has never simply managed parks. It has cultivated a way of life. In every towering cedar, every neighbourhood playground, every crowded skating rink on a winter evening, every child learning to swim, every senior lingering in the warmth of a community centre, Vancouver’s Park Board has quietly sustained the rhythm of the city itself.

For Vancouver breathes through its parks.

Vancouver’s parks are our lungs, its common ground — offering the enduring promise that amidst the pressures of urban life there will always remain places where the city pauses, and remembers who it is.