All posts by Paul Cipywnyk

Burnaby City Council Hits the Brakes on Removing Parkland

Happy that community came together.

Happy that new voices took leading roles, not just “environmental activists.”

Happy that Burnaby Council responded to the public outcry.

Happy that the City will take a new look, and consider other alternatives to removing parkland for an organic waste processing facility.

Yes, the initial aim to process more of our local organic waste locally was, and is, a good idea.

Just not on rare and sensitive habitat that has been almost completely wiped out on the lower Fraser River.

And not by un-dedicating parkland that was specifically dedicated for its unique values.

We share this Earth. It’s not only for people, and parks are not only for human recreation. Parks, the more natural the better, have value beyond playing fields.

I hope that we have all learned through this process.

(If you’re new to this blog, scroll down, down, to see several of my posts on the proposal to build an organic waste processing facility in unique habitat. . .)

Remembering Dad, 20 Years On

I realized tonight that tomorrow will be the 20th anniversary of my father’s passing.

I will always be awed by his work ethic and volunteerism.

Doctor, Psychiatrist, born on a homesteading farm in Saskatchewan. There were many obstacles, but he went on to graduate high school in his early 20s and continued to undergrad and grad degees, and med school.


President of the Ukrainian Canadian Congress

President of the Ukrainian World Congress

Perogie boiler/server at community events in Saskatoon 🙂.

Loving son to a mother he phoned every day when he could not visit her in person.

Likely one of the last of the generation of MDs who made house calls. Yes, real house calls. I remember riding shotgun as a kid, eh?

Dad embraced his immigrant and farm roots, honoured them, honoured his parents, his culture, his language, his religion. . .

I think the family best remembers Dad as not the doctor, not the “prez” of this or that, but as the cuddly, cheerful guy with an apron on, cooking, cleaning, providing a sympathetic ear to anyone, with any problem.

Love you, miss you. . .