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Writing and Researching Local History Jan Peterson Recorded as presented to the Nanaimo Historical Society on February 12, 1998 Transcribed by Dalys Barney, Vancouver Island University Library on May 1, 2020 Pamela Mar Nanaimo Historical Society. Thursday, February 12, 1998, at the society's regular meeting. Introducing tonight's speaker, Mrs. Jan Peterson, who will comment on writing and researching local history. Mrs. Peterson is the author of books on the Albernis and on Cathedral Grove. [recording stops and restarts] Jan Peterson Not long into the research, I realized I couldn't write about this period in history until I knew what had happened before. For example, who were these first mayors and councillors? Where did they come from? What motivated them? There was also the mystery regarding the city's name. For first there was Alberni, then there was Alberni and New Alberni (which became Port Alberni), until the two amalgamated and became Port Alberni. If that's confusing. Another conversation with Dorrit determined when and where I should begin. And we decided on the time when the Opetchesaht roamed Sproat Lake and Great Central Lake areas and the Tseshaht came up the Alberni Inlet during the winter months, occupying the site in the Port Alberni area. That was before European settlement. Sometimes I found it difficult to remain focused on the subject: the formation of the two cities. Oftentimes, I wanted to take my research in another direction, and I think all researchers will find this. You find something that really interests you, and off you go on another tangent. But I became fascinated with the Native history and legends, some of it uncovered in the Shoemaker dig, which showed they'd occupied this land for about 4,000 years. About a year later, when I had a bit of a voice, I had a memorable interview with Chief Adam Shewish of the Tseshaht, who agreed to talk to me one day from 10 'til 12 noon at his home. And so interesting was the conversation, I completely lost track of time. And when I looked at my watch, it was 1 o'clock. I apologized. Adam said not to worry, he'd been expected at a meeting at 12 o'clock. I called Adam many times to clear up some item or another. It was a very interesting interview that time. I had a tape recorder, and I was recording the interview. I was also taking notes in my shorthand book. And, at one point in the conversation, he started to talk about his life on the reserve. And this was totally off the subject of what we were talking about. And he talked about his wife, and how he missed his wife - she had passed away. And he started talking about how sad he was. And I'm thinking to myself, "Oh, man, this is wonderful stuff! Great material for research." And, we went on with the conversation, got back on track. And I thought, "Gee, I better look at my recorder." It was off. And I thought, "Oh, Lord, I've lost all that information." The tape recorder had gone off half way through, it wasn't because it had finished. It had just gone off by itself during that point in the conversation when we were talking about his wife. I couldn't believe it. It was really uncanny. There was one particular point in history where I was quite moved by what was happening in town. You get really into this. You really get into the lives of the people you're researching. It was during the First World War, when the men were off to war, and the mill was closed. There was no work and no money coming in and no food on the table. And I continued to read about the struggle in the newspapers. Then suddenly, there was a news release - the mill would open. Well, sitting at the microfilm and oblivious to all around, I let out a cheer! And suddenly realized where I was, and everybody came running in to see what had happened. I yelled, "The mill is opening! The mill is opening!" I was so happy for them. Every waking hour, and even those when I was asleep, I thought of nothing else. I remember one night I danced with pioneer Captain Albert Huff in one of my dreams. The previous day I had been writing about a concert where he was the star of the evening when he sang "Polly, Wolly Doodle all the Day" and he sang it over and over again as the crowd cheered him on. Well, that was my dream that night. Then there was the memorable character, German-born Bobby De Beaux. He was a very short man. He was a slow, incisive drawl that could sting anybody he disagreed with. He also had a reputation for never using a smaller one when a fancier sounding one would do. On one occasion he posted a sign on his store on the window when he went to Vancouver on business, and he left his clerk in charge. The sign stated: "Gone to Vancouver, my prostitute is in charge." [laughter from audience] He had mistakenly used the word "prostitute" instead of "substitute." During the First World War, Baron Alvo von Alvensleben became interesting research and perhaps highlighted the distrust with which Canadians and Americans regarded all Germans during these years. Canada's book banning episode during this period amazed and distressed. The documentation from the National Archives showed the war paranoia that existed in the country. And the tentacles of the press censor in Ottawa reached out to Alberni and almost ruined the lives of several people. There was a few people there who were imprisoned and fined for having books in their possession. I managed to reach the daughter of one of the people. She was quite elderly. And I phoned her up one day and asked if I could come and interview her about the subject. And she slammed the phone down. And that was the first time in all my research experience anybody had ever slammed the phone down. It was still a sensitive subject for her and her family. 06:01 By 1991, I had the manuscript finished for The Albernis, which was this one. Or so I thought. Now to find a publisher. Well, regional histories are not great money making ventures, so publishers... The markets are limited in the area of interest, so few publishers even want to involve themselves in it. You might want to know that British Columbia has the highest per capita rate of book reading in Canada. We also have an astonishing number of publishers and writers: around 50 publishing firms; 350 independent book producers; and according to the editor of B.C. Bookworld, Alan Twigg, 2,000 living authors. He noted: "The climate is so good, B.C. publishers are producing on an average a book a day." Now, who wouldn't be buoyed by such numbers? And this sounds like we have a thriving book publishing industry in B.C.; however, finding a publisher for your book is an entirely different project. The question many writers ask themselves: "Should I self-publish?" If you decide to go this route, you must be prepared to do the marketing, advertising, and distribution yourself. You also need a good editor, plus the cost of publication. Well, my health limitations ruled this option out right away. But the library was a good place to begin to find a publisher. And I began by looking at regional histories. Who had published them? Did I like their format? Did I envision a book similar in my book? And I made a list of the various publishers whose treatment of history books I liked. Then I prepared an outline of the book from [inaudible], so the publisher can get a clear indication of your writing skills and the saleability of your book. And this is probably the most important document, next to the manuscript. And I forwarded this to about six publishers. There was two or three in Victoria, and about two in Vancouver, and Oolichan in Lantzville. Within two weeks, Oolichan in Lantzville had replied that they wanted to publish. The people in Vancouver wrote that I should find a Vancouver Island publisher. One in Victoria didn't even reply and another one sent a note saying he would publish if I'd pay for it. Receiving that letter from Oolichan really gave my confidence a boost. Oolichan at first showed enthusiasm for publishing the book, that is, until the downturn in the forest economy in December and January of 1991. And after seeing the headlines in the Times Colonist about the layoffs in the city, the closing of the plywood plant, and how the community was suffering, dead, or dying, I received a telephone call from Oolichan informing me the book may not be published because there did not appear to be a viable market for a regional history there. "Could we sell 1,000 copies?" I was asked. I was flabbergasted. To have a manuscript rejected for bad writing, or whatever, was one thing. But to be turned down because of the economic climate in town was another. Oolichan suggested if I could show some support from the community, they might reconsider. Well, I think I sat by the phone for about five minutes, wondering what to do. Was it presumptuous of me to ask people in the community to support the manuscript without anybody ever having read it? Then I thought to myself, "I've spent the last three years researching this, and that has to account for something.