Elinor Florence, Author

Bestselling Historical Fiction Author

Greetings from Palm Tree Cottage

We are soaking up the ocean breezes at our bungalow in Qualicum Beach on Vancouver Island, which I named Palm Tree Cottage. We bought this place mainly because I fell in love with the palm tree in the back yard. Yes, we do have palm trees growing in Canada!

Palm Tree Cottage, a palm tree towers over a small bungalow with blue siding and a grey roof, in a lush back yard filled with green trees and red blossoms.

 

Our Beloved Palm Tree Cottage

After buying our two-bedroom bungalow eight years ago, we furnished it almost entirely (except for the couches) from second-hand stores and garage sales.

The house was built in 1983, but its cedar-panelled ceilings lend an earlier vibe. I decided to stretch “mid-century” and stock it with items from the 1960s and 1970s.

Teak furniture just screams “mid-century modern” and there is no shortage of teak on the island. Here’s the living room with my teak wall unit, purchased from a lady who was moving from her lovely home into a condo.

A pleasant sun-filled room with vaulted cedar ceiling, teak wall unit filled with books, two black leather armchairs, and two floor-length windows hung with red drapes.

The black leather armchairs came from Germany in the 1960s and we bought them from a friend. They were in pretty bad shape but we had a carpenter rebuild the legs, and I spent hours cleaning and conditioning the leather.

Two low-slung contemporary black leather armchairs flank a small table with engraved circular brass top, against a backdrop of floor-length windows hung with red drapes.

Do you remember these little brass coffee tables from Morocco, so popular in the 1970s?

Small Moroccan table with engraved brass tray on top, held up by carved dark wooden legs, on a blue and red figured carpet.

In the dining room at Palm Tree Cottage, more teak — I bought the dining room table and eight chairs from yet ANOTHER lady who was moving into a condo.

That’s a familiar pattern here in Qualicum Beach, where the average age is 68 years — retired couples move here, buy a house, bring all their furniture, and after a few years, they sell the house and move into a condo. And their children usually don’t want any of their stuff, so it’s sold for pennies on the dollar!

(Heaven knows what will happen to all of MY things, but I prefer not to think about that yet!)

Four teak chairs with black leather seats stand around a rectangular teak dining table, mid-century vintage, while a glass-fronted teak shelf unit stands in the background filled with colorful drinking glasses.

I had fun finding vintage plates and vases in my favourite thrift store called SOS, located just down the road in Parksville, B.C.

An assortment of mid-century vases and dinner plates in shades of gold and rust sit on top of a teak dining room buffet filled with glassware.

The family room has a definite mid-century feel and overlooks the lush back yard at Palm Tree Cottage.

A sitting room with vaulted cedar ceiling and full-length glass doors overlooking a lush, green back yard is filled with a white leather couch, a teak coffee table, and two armchairs covered in orange vinyl.

Both the vintage lamp shown here and the orange vinyl chairs came from thrift stores. The orange colour just lights up the room.

Two armchairs with curved wooden arms and legs, covered with brilliant orange vinyl, flank a small table bearing a mid-century lamp with an enormous shade, and a plate with an orange and rust coloured pattern.

I finally found a place to hang these 1970s batiks, which my husband brought home from Asia in his hippie backpacking days. They never really fit into our permanent home. And our kids hated the image of the two devils!

A television sits on a teak wall unit, beside an armchair covered with orange vinyl, while two framed Asian batiks in shades of black and rust hang overhead, one of the Buddha and one of two snarling devils.

The kitchen at Palm Tree Cottage isn’t fancy, but it is plenty big enough for two people. I bought the reproduction mid-century clock new at a home store.

A small U-shaped kitchen with cherrywood cabinets and black appliances, with a large starburst mid-century clock with wooden rays hanging over the kitchen stove.

We even eat from these thrift store dishes, which were so popular in the 1970s.

Vintage plates bearing a pattern of yellow and orange flowers sit on a round table covered with a yellow and orange print tablecloth, beside a golden-brown pottery vase filled with orange flowers.

Palm Tree Cottage is just a few blocks from a fantastic sandy beach!

A woman in a straw hat sits on a wooden park bench overlooking a blue ocean and blue sky above, framed in huge evergreen trees on both sides and flowering shrubs.

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In My Digital Mailbox

Recently I wrote about the gorgeous Historic Davenport Hotel in Spokane, Washington, and you may read it here: Davenport Hotel.

Subsequently Tom Lymbery, whose family has been running the general store in Gray Creek, B.C. on Kootenay Lake for the past 106 years, sent me this email:

“When I was young in the 1930s and 40s, I remember people coming into our Gray Creek Store after returning from Spokane where they had stayed at the Davenport. The coins they had were all shiny and looked brand new as the Davenport ran all the silver through a cleaner before using it as change.”

I was so taken with this idea that I wrote to the Davenport and asked if it was true. I received this response from Matt Jensen:

“The historic Davenport hotel did have a silver washing department where they cleaned all of our silver dining platters, utensils, and of course, the coins. I’ve attached a photo of what that looked like, as well as a mention of the silver washing department from the book Spokane‘s Legendary Davenport Hotel, by Tony and Suzanne Bamonte. Thank you for your wonderful blog about your stay at the historic Davenport Hotel.”

This really takes money laundering to a new level!

A photograph in a 1914 newspaper shows the interior of the kitchen at the Davenport Hotel in Spokane, Washington, four male employees wearing white aprons working at the counter, one of them on the left with his back to the camera is operating a machine with a large wheel on one side, called a silver burnisher, specifically designed to polish the silverware.

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In My Physical Mailbox

A few months ago, I read this novel and reviewed it on the big online group called Goodreads. Titled The Wrong Envelope, it’s a first novel self-published by a woman named Liz Treacher. The story is a romantic romp based on the case of a letter written to a Miss Evie Brunton that fell into the wrong hands. In my five-star review, I called it “a delightful toasted, buttered crumpet of a novel.”

To my surprise I received a message on Goodreads from the author herself, asking me if she could use my quote on the cover of her novel, which had just gone into its second printing. Naturally I said yes.

Recently I received a copy of the novel in my physical mailbox with my quote displayed on the front cover.

The Wrong Envelope, by Liz Treacher, cover image shows a dark-haired woman in a blue dress with white polka dots with her back to the camera, seated on the grass, holding a letter in her hands, with a distinctive lighthouse motif at the top of the page.

Even more delightful, Liz Treacher included a copy of the fictional letter in the book, the one that caused all the trouble!

A book called The Wrong Envelope by Liz Treacher sits on the grass, the cover image showing a woman in a blue dress holding a letter in one hand with a distinctive lighthouse motif at the top of the page, and beside it on the grass sits the first page of the letter itself, and an envelope addressed to Miss Evie Brunton.

Based on her return address, I learned that Liz lives way up north in the highlands of Scotland, which coincidentally is where we are planning a trip next June! She has invited me to visit and I hope I shall be able to accept.

You can order her book online as a paperback or an e-book by clicking here: The Wrong Envelope. There’s also a sequel to the book, called The Wrong Direction.

I really enjoyed both books!

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Wartime Flashback

Three summers ago, we were privileged to attend the best Canadian parade I have ever seen, in St. John’s, Newfoundland.

Since 1917, Newfoundland has celebrated Memorial Day on July 1. Since it joined Canada in 1949, it continues to celebrate its Memorial Day concurrently with Canada Day.

Hundreds of people marched, many in wartime garb. And the Newfoundlanders wore tiny blue forget-me-nots on their lapels, their symbol of remembrance. You can see them here in the hatbands of these Mounties.

Mounties standing at attention in a crowd, their red serge backs to the camera, each wearing the familiar fawn-coloured Stetson hat with blue forget-me-nots stuck into their hatbands.

We even saw Princess Anne, who was there to commemorate the hundredth anniversary of Beaumont-Hamel, a terrible battle in World War One in which 700 young men — the flower of Newfoundland’s manhood — were wiped out.

Princess Anne walks through a large crowd on a sunny summer day in St. John's, Newfoundland, wearing a pale blue suit, a blue cartwheel hat, a pearl necklace, and smiling broadly at all the people.

Here’s just one group dressed in First World War uniforms.

A group of men dressed in khaki Canadian uniforms worn in the First World War, march in unison down the main street in St. John's Newfoundland, rifles over their left shoulders, on Canada Day 2016.

This memorial parade also represented an essential component of all wars, the military nurses who tended to the wounded.

A large group of women wearing white nursing uniforms with white caps and red capes, similar to those worn by nurses in the First World War, parade down the main street of St. John's Newfoundland on Canada Day 2016.

And that reminded me of one of our own heroines, military nurse Margaret Brooke from Saskatchewan, who was travelling on the ferry named SS Caribou from Canada to Newfoundland in October 1942 when it was torpedoed by a German submarine. I’ll bet you didn’t know that the enemy attacked Canadians in their own waters during the Second World War!

Margaret tried and failed to save the life of her fellow nurse, and for her efforts she was cited for bravery. I wrote about the sinking of the SS Caribou back in 2016, and you can read it by clicking here: Ship Named for Heroic Canadian Nurse.

Sepia photograph of sweet-faced Margaret Brooke, with dark hair pinned back, covered with a white cowl to her shoulders, and a double-breasted dress with white collar and cuffs and brass buttons, the uniform worn by Canadian nurses in the Second World War.

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Fondly, Elinor

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