Take a look at a town that wouldn't lie down and die

by Stanley Meisler

Smithsonian Magazine - May 1994"Take a look at a town that wouldn't lie down and die" by Stanley Meisler was originally published in the May 1994 issue of the Smithsonian Magazine. The complete text of the article is published here (copyright © 1994 - Stanley Meisler, all rights reserved). Subscribe to the Smithsonian Magazine.

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The mill closing augured ill for Chemainus. But spruced up, with bright murals everywhere, it's turned into a Canadian tourist haven.

Like mist over the nearby bay, a cold gloom hovered over the little Vancouver Island town of Chemainus as it faced the 1980s. The waterfront sawmill, mainstay for more than a century, was losing millions of dollars a year. Then the government of British Columbia agreed to subsidize a downtown revitalization program that would spruce up the shops on Willow Street with planters, benches and parking space. But supermarkets were sprouting in bigger towns just a few miles down the Trans-Canada Highway. Who would shop in tiny Chemainus, even a spruced-up Chemainus? "People were wondering whether the town was going to die or not," says Rodney Moore, a retired meal shop owner. The death knell seemed sure in 1983 when the mill shut down.

Yet today, Canada's Chemainus is a thriving town, hued in sprightly pastels, a kind of gingerbread Carmel of the North that attracts 400,000 tourists a year, most making a detour to take in 32 murals now adorning the sides of buildings and standing walls in a festival of color. The population has swelled to almost 4,000. It is a spanking new magnet for young Canadians looking to put down roots in a town with a future and for older Canadians bent on retiring to a land of tranquillity.

Chemainus now has art galleries, sidewalk cafes, espresso bars, craft and antique shops, gift stores and a 270-seat theater where none stood before. The $3.5 million theater complex, serving as the west coast campus of a drama school in Alberta, guards the entrance to the town like an enormous, pastel orange wedding cake. A new mill has opened, technically efficient, slimmed down, making profits selling the highest quality knotless wood. Chemainus now advertises itself with a copyrighted slogan, "The Little Town That Did." The slogan may be hokey, but no one can deny that the town, in a remarkable way, halted its slide a decade ago and transformed itself into something new.

The word has spread. Other towns in trouble - from Queensland, Australia, to Steubenville, Ohio - are mimicking the experience and splashing murals on every available outdoor wall. Chemainus managed in a decade to wean itself from dependence on a single industry. Towns in the American Midwest and elsewhere, their economies tied to a sputtering steel plant or a ghostlike auto assembly line, need to wean themselves as well. Many are embracing the Chemainus way.

Chemainus, though, has always had an advantage over most other towns in trouble. Vancouver Island is one of the patches of scenic paradise on Earth, forested and mountainous, with a climate so temperate that the provincial capital, Victoria, 50 miles to the south, almost never sees a snowfall. You can sit on a bench at the beach at the end of Maple Street in Chemainus and watch an occasional freighter slip past a quiet panorama of isles and inlets beyond the bay, and you can hike back a couple of miles from town and look on expanses of forest so vast and breathtaking that they seem to burst out of a Frederic E. Church landscape. It is not easy to give up on Chemainus.

Most old-timers attribute the surprising dynamism of their town to a German immigrant, Karl Schutz, who arrived in Canada from Heidelberg in 1951 at the age of 21. He is not admired by all. "There are a lot of people who resent Karl because of his grandiose ideas," says Rodney Moore. Yet even they acknowledge that he helped turn the town around with what once seemed like a wild-eyed plan for outdoor murals. Schutz, machinist, carpenter and businessman, is still dreaming up schemes to promote Chemainus worldwide-and still prompting neighbors to roll their eyes at his grandiosity. Canadians shy away from promoting themselves, and Schutz believes in the power of promotion.

Canada has long been hospitable to skilled immigrants, but Schutz, then a journeyman machinist, could find no work in his trade during his first weeks in his new home, a 74-cent-a-night immigrant hostel in the city of Vancouver. But the Canadian Pacific Railway needed crews to keep the rails in shape and hired him for nearby Vancouver Island. He joined a crew that worked the rails on a line that passed through Chemainus. The crew foreman would let his men end the week's work there so they could rush to its bank to deposit their checks. No sooner done, Schutz would scamper down to the MacMillan Bloedel mill on the waterfront each week and ask for a job. The heavily accented German's weekly quest became a joke at the mill, but after a few months the manager relented and hired Schutz as an unskilled worker. Like so many others before and after, Schutz found a home in Chemainus because of the mill.

He started out sorting lumber at the mill but eventually wangled a transfer to its machine shop. "And then it came to me," he says, "this unbelievable thing about America. You can become whatever you want. You do not have to be a machinist like in Heidelberg because your father was a machinist." He had whiled away many hours with carpentry as a hobby, so after five years he quit the mill to open what became a highly successful custom woodworking shop in Chemainus, married another German immigrant, bought a good deal of land and retired in 1971 at the age of 40 to live off his business profits and real estate.

Vacationing in Europe, Schutz and his wife came across outdoor frescoes on the walls of monasteries of northern Moldavia in Romania. These 15th- and 16th-century works of art, with their brightly colored scenes from the Bible and the lives of saints, are so magnificent that it is kind of mind-boggling to conceive of Chemainus trying to mimic them. But Schutz does not shy away from leaps of imagination. He did not expect Chemainus murals to rise to the heights of religious fervor and artistic mastery that produced the Romanian murals. But, looking on them solely as attention grabbers, he could imagine Chemainus throwing up some kind of murals of its own to attract tourists. When he proposed the idea to the chamber of commerce in 1971, however, they rejected it out of hand.

A decade later, when Chemainus received its grant to spruce up the downtown streets, Graham Bruce, a new mayor still in his 20s, asked Schutz to come out of retirement and prepare a plan for future development of the town. Schutz agreed and whipped up a plan. As Bruce, now 41, a former provincial minister of municipal affairs and owner of the only supermarket in Chemainus, remembers it, "We had been kicking around a whole bunch of ideas." Schutz proposed the rejected murals as a centerpiece. "The mood was skeptical. Then a majority began buying into the concept." Schutz finally persuaded a town revitalization committee to go along. However, there was still a lot of grumbling here and there.

"People did not want to have anything to do with tourism," Schutz says. "I told them tourism is a billion-dollar industry all over the world. Before the war, Heidelberg existed because of it. My divorced mother supported us by running a bed-and-breakfast." Even alter the municipal council agreed, in 1982, to appropriate $10.000 to commission the first five murals, Bruce recalls, "I remember getting buttonholed on the street and asked if I was crazy, spending all that taxpayer money on murals when it wouldn't make a pinch of difference."

The murals made far more than a pinch of difference. Backed by grants from the federal government in Ottawa, the provincial government in Victoria and local entrepreneurs, Chemainus commissioned 7 murals in 1983 and 20 more over the next nine years. Schutz and the committee supplied the themes - almost all based on old photographs in a 1963 book, W. H. Olsen's Water Over the Wheel, a history of Chemainus. For the most part, the walls posed artistic problems. Artists had to avoid roof overhangs, windows, air conditioners and doors and, in some cases, had to paint over the rectangular indentations of concrete blocks.

The murals, the longest 120 feet, the tallest 33 feet, transformed the look and mood of Chemainus. Most filled existing wall space, but one mural, Native Heritage, with portraits of 19th-century Coast Salish, the people who inhabited the east coast of Vancouver Island before the white settlers arrived, was painted on a special wall set up in Heritage Square, a small, new park with a fountain and sculptures. To create Heritage Square, however, the council had to reject a petition signed by 120 townspeople protesting the waste of parking space. The murals do not have the sweeping power of Diego Rivera's marches through Mexican history. It is hard to believe that they will ever make their way into any university's Art 101 course. Yet, all in all, they are quiet, tasteful, pleasing, professional works of art, and they leave a visitor, especially on a sunlit, glorious day, with a mood of good feelings and some insight into both the romance and harshness of a life of logging and milling on Vancouver Island in the not very distant past.

Even the most sophisticated tourist is affected by their color and dignity. Genoa-born Gianna Pontecorboli, an Italian newspaper correspondent who keeps a small but fine collection of modern art in her New York apartment, came upon the Chemainus murals by accident three summers ago. She and her friend had planned to drive to the north of Vancouver Island to take a ferry to Alaska, but traffic slowed them down. They decided to spend the day exploring the island instead. When they came upon Chemainus with its pastel-hued buildings all decorated in murals, they suddenly felt like they were entering a Mediterranean oasis in northern climes. "We decided to lunch there and then spent hours wandering around to look at the murals," she says. "The atmosphere of Vancouver Island is pretty Nordic, but Chemainus was suddenly full of color. Some of the murals were pleasant, some of them less so. But I remember more the impression made by all of them together with all their colors. I found it fresh."

Any visitor soon chalks up favorites. My own is Waiting for the Whistle, painted by Robert Dafford of Lafayette, Louisiana, on the cinder block wall of Mayor Bruce's supermarket during three weeks in 1989. Dominated by sepia and blue, this mural, the longest in Chemainus, features scenes of workers preparing to leave their shift at the mill in the 1940s. Since government grants cannot be used in Canada to commission work from foreign artists, private donors came up with the money. "They paid us $4,000," said the 43-year-old Dafford, who was helped by his brother, Douglas. "Actually, our minimum is $5,000, and, in terms of square footage, we did a $10,000 mural. But we did not care about the fee. It's like a badge of honor to muralists to have painted in Chemainus." That badge opens the door to much new work. Portsmouth, Ohio, for example, has commissioned Dafford to paint 40 murals on a floodwall on the Ohio River.

Harry Heine, an Edmonton watercolorist of seascapes, was paid even less five years earlier. In 1984, Heine, who has lived in the suburbs of Victoria for more than two decades, and his son, Mark, painted a pair of marine murals in the subtlest of soft blues and foaming whiles. The tranquillity of the mural H.M.S. Forward, which depicts Coast Salish on the shoreline watching the arrival of a Royal Navy gunboat in the 1860s, sets it apart from most of the other, more-kinetic murals. "At the beginning, the artists virtually gave the murals to the town," the 65-year-old Heine says. "They paid us $3,000 for the two. But they paid all our expenses as well. And I'm a watercolorist. I paint quite fast. As it turned out, one of the galleries in Chemainus now sells a lot of my paintings because of the murals. So I've made money on the deal. It paid off."

Armed with old photographs, the muralists set down the history of Chemainus. Sometimes, though, they indulged their poetic license. Painting Company Store from a circa 1917 photograph of the store at the old mill, Dan Sawatzky, who now lives in Chemainus, slipped an anachronistic product on one of the shelves - ''Schutz Brand, A-1" - in honor of the man who inspired the murals. The historic allusions, of course, make them more meaningful to old-timers in Chemainus than to tourists. Crystal Holman passed the corner of Victoria and Willow streets one Saturday morning and found SMITHSONIAN photographer John Livzey taking a shot of Lenora Mines at Mt. Sicker. "You're taking a picture of my father-in-law's work site," she told Livzey. More than 80 years ago Albert Holman had helped dig the railroad tunnel leading to the mines.

The modern history of Chemainus, which takes its name from the language of the Coast Salish, was determined mainly by the great forests of Vancouver Island. The Hudson's Bay Company, which once owned the island, did not sell a tract in the area to a white settler until 1858. Early settlers soon realized that their wealth lay in wood. Lumber could be floated easily into Chemainus Bay (or Horseshoe Bay, as it was called then). A stream emptied over a 50-foot drop into the bay at the future town site, cascading with enough power to run a waterwheel. The first mill, powered by water, opened in 1862. No other sawmill operation on Canada's Pacific Coast can trace its history that far back.

Chemainus was never much of a town - at least until recently. By 1883, only the mill, two houses, six shacks and a company store doubling as the post office stood there. Until 1886, when the railroad came, the townspeople reached the outside world only by steamer or boat. Although the guest register of the Horseshoe Bay Inn reveals that two prominent personages - American millionaires John D. Rockefeller and Andrew Carnegie - visited Chemainus within ten days of each other in 1900, presumably to sell some of their timberland to the mill, the town was hardly a haven for tourists. The total population was only 600 in 1921, about half of it Japanese, Chinese and Coast Salish laborers. There were no electric streetlights until 1927 and few street signs until 1951. Chemainus was best known, aside from the mill, for the Sawdust Shifters, its indefatigable baseball team.

The mill and the murals - a dynamic duo

The fortunes of the town always depended on the inconstant fortunes of its mills. The present mill is the fifth to stand by the bay. Almost half of British Columbia is covered by forests of hemlock, spruce, pine, cedar and fir, and forest products still account for more than half the province's exports. Chemainus has always kept in step with the main business of the province. That is true even in the new era of the murals. Officials of the mill, owned by MacMillan Bloedel, behemoth of Canada's forestry and paper industry, sometimes feel annoyed and frustrated by exaggerations in many accounts of the miracle of the murals. The mill owners are usually painted as villains. By closing the mill, according to these stories, MacMillan Bloedel brought the town to its knees; muralists then galloped to the rescue like red-coated troopers of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. News and television features usually play down and even sometimes ignore the fact that a new mill opened two years after the old mill closed. Nor do tourists understand this. Only 900 of the almost 400,000 visitors last year took one of the mill's twice-weekly tours. "It's nice to get a chance to tell our side of the story," says tall, bearded, ex-logger Al Dewar, the mill's personnel supervisor.

The mill, according to Dewar, lost a total of $17.5 million from 1979 through 1981. MacMillan Bloedel had no choice but to close it. "The old sawmill," says Dewar, "used to be a spaghetti factory. We just cut wood into two-by-fours whether they had knots or not." With the help of laser beams, trimmers in the new sawmill search for and cut the clearest slabs of wood out of hemlock and fir timber. The new mill specializes in producing knotless woods, cut to sizes used in Japanese construction. "We identified a niche in the market and went after it," says Dewar. A number of jobs have been lost in the niche, but the new sawmill is profitable, earning $25 million last year, according to Dewar.

Clear-eyed observers in Chemainus, Schutz among them, do not underestimate the mill's continued importance. "This town would lose much of its infrastructure if it closed," says the Rev. Mervyn Skey, minister of the United Church. The revitalization surely depended on both mill and murals.

By diversifying its economy, Chemainus look a vital step that other British Columbia forestry towns may be forced to take sometime soon. Western Canada's forests are so abundant and profits from wood and paper so important that for years few Canadians fretted over the cutting down of trees. This attitude has changed. Many British Columbians are upset over the steady loss of old growth. Critics have decried British Columbia as the "Brazil of the North" for denuding its rain forest, much like Brazilians are destroying the Amazon's, and Canadians resent losing forests as wondrous as cathedrals just to supply lumber to Japanese developers.

Delving into history has forced Chemainus to face embarrassments of its past. As one resident puts it, the town can be "a little redneck" and not always tolerant of minorities in its midst. The largest minority before World War II were Japanese millworkers and fishermen and their families. The tiny Chemainus Museum displays a photograph of an Easter egg hunt in the 1930s for the children of workers of the Victoria Lumber & Manufacturing Company, as the mill was known then, Perhaps a quarter of the children are Japanese. Life was not easy for this minority. "We were accepted but we weren't accepted," says 78-year-old Bill Isoki of Toronto, a retired accountant born in Chemainus.

Japanese millworkers were paid less than white workers; their fishermen had a harder time getting licenses than other fishermen. After Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, Canada followed the lead of the United States and put all Japanese-Canadians on the west coast into internment camps. To heighten the humiliation, a gang of toughs marched to the city cemetery on the outskirts of town and ripped out Japanese gravestones. Children continued to play on some of these gravestones outside the cemetery fence for a half-century.

Japanese and Japanese-Canadian tourists come often, drawn both by the murals and by a need to search for traces of the town's Japanese past. A few years ago, some complained to town officials that the murals, supposedly telling the history of Chemainus, left out their past. In 1991, an embarrassed Chemainus commissioned two murals honoring that heritage. Stanley Taniwa of Manitoba, forced out of Chemainus as a baby and sent with his family to an internment camp, returned to paint The Lone Scout, a portrait of Edward Shige Yoshida, who founded Canada's first Japanese-Canadian Boy Scout troop in Chemainus in 1929. The second mural, The Winning Float, painted by another Japanese-Canadian artist, Joyce Kamikura of British Columbia, celebrated a Japanese float that won first prize in the 1939 parade honoring the 50th anniversary of the mill.

Most tourists do not see a third tribute. A group of Japanese-Canadians, including Isoki, set down a small slab in the cemetery in 1991 with a handful of damaged gravestones beside it. A plaque explains in understated tones: "...there was a desecration in this cemetery. All Japanese gravestones were removed by person(s) unknown....of late some...have been found. These have been incorporated into this monument which is dedicated to the memory of the Canadians, and others, of Japanese origin who were buried in this place." There are 30 family names on the monument.

A traditional consecration was called for

The new Chemainus has also been forced to face its Indian past. Herb Rice and a partner joined the revitalization a few years ago by opening up Images of the Circle, a Native crafts studio. Rice, a 40-year-old woodcarver and former actor, is Coast Salish. He came to town with a grievance. The mural Native Heritage featured portraits of his 19th-century ancestors, including his own great-grandmother. Muralist Paul Ygartua of Vancouver had drawn the likenesses from old photographs in Olsen's history. But the portraits seemed to give the ancestors new life, making their descendants uneasy, and so needed to be consecrated in a traditional way to allow the ancestors to feel peaceful in death. "My uncle told me," says Rice, "that every time he passed the mural and saw his granduncle, he would choke up."

A member of the Arts and Business Council, Rice soon found himself with enough influence to do something. Speaking slowly and dramatically, sometimes sounding ambiguous and even mysterious, Rice insists that he has never accused the town of ill will. He managed to persuade the council to sponsor a consecration in mid-1993 for those portrayed in the mural. About 800 people, both Coast Salish and whites, attended the ceremony. "It was not a potlatch, a potlatch is for one family," says Rice. "It was a feast." After dancing and speechmaking, the families placed four blankets on the ground, a chair on top of the blankets, a print of the mural on the chair, then more blankets. Traditional prayers closed this consecration. The families gave everyone a Canadian 50-cent piece and gifts like blankets or leather pouches as mementoes. "We felt our ancestors had been taken care of in a traditional way," Rice says.

Karl Schutz still busies himself at schemes for attracting even more tourists. He is now creating the Pacific Rim Artisan Village which, he says, will make Chemainus and British Columbia the showpiece for the arts and crafts of all the countries in America, Oceania and Asia that border the Pacific Ocean. Part museum, part theater, part school, part art shop, part theme park, the Artisan Village will feature people from such countries as Australia, Indonesia, Thailand, Korea, Singapore, Taiwan, Sri Lanka, Japan, the United States and Canada, demonstrating their crafts and selling their work.

So far the Pacific Rim Artisan Village comprises an ornate gate, a cabin with offices, 50 acres of land, construction plans for the first pavilion, a nonprofit foundation, a group of donors and reams of unabashed promotion from Schutz. "Seven hundred years ago there was a Renaissance that transformed the world," he says. "It created millions of jobs in the crafts. It began in Florence, Italy, with a few artists dreaming." Now, when the Artisan Village becomes a reality, "British Columbia can achieve what Europe did 700 years ago." When his Chemainus neighbors hear statements like that, they tend to shake their heads and mutter that Karl has really turned grandiose this time. But a troubling thought keeps them from ridiculing him. They remember that they dismissed Karl Schutz as grandiose once before - when he first came up with the crazy idea some 20 years ago of painting outdoor murals all over town.

CAPTIONS IN ORIGINAL SMITHSONIAN ARTICLE

original Smithsonian photographs by John Livzey

Hanging baskets of flowers adorn modest, well-kept shops in the heart of Chemainus' Old Town, extending a festive yet homey welcome to the 400,000 visitors who come each year to admire its celebrated murals.

The Spirit of Chemainus painting honors a brigantine built in the town's bay as a training ship in 1984-85.

Laundryman, grocer, bootlegger, gambler, merchant: Hong Hing's easy credit and kind heart made him a favorite in the town. Paul Marcano painted him outside his weathered shop from historic photograph.
Chemainus Valley Historical Society

Alan Wylie's World in Motion encompasses a half-century of historic Chemainus buildings and events. This section shows the 50th-anniversary celebration of Victoria Lumber & Manufacturing Company, June 1939.

Japanese float, winner in parade marking the golden jubilee of Chemainus' mill, is commemorated in this mural. Karl Schutz, who devised the town's revitalization strategy, strolls by, savoring the project's success.

The Rev. Mervyn Skey, resting in pew at United Church, says retirees lead the procession of new residents.

Co-owner of a Native artisans' studio, Herb Rice is ex-president of the Chemainus Arts and Business Council.

Daisy Bonde (left) ran the telephone exchange from her home, 1908-15; there were only 30 subscribers.

Tourists study well-stocked Company Store. Under a then common credit system, c. 1917, buyer's coupons were sent to the mill for reimbursement, and the total was deducted from that employee's paycheck.

RECOMMENDED READING

The Chemainus Murals
Karl Schutz
Chemainus Festival of Murals Society, 1993

Water Over the Wheel
W.H. Olsen
Chemainus Crofton & District Chamber of Commerce, 1981

Pacific Rim Artisan Village
Pacific Rim Artisan Village Foundation, 1991

Walls of History
Jena MacPherson
Sunset Magazine, July 1992

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