mid-May - September, 9:30am - 5pm; Winter hours by appointment
Adults, $6; Students/Seniors $4; Family, $12, children under 5, free; season pass, $10
Added to JGarden:
Visit to site by R. Cheetham
Catherine Allaway, Administrator, Nikkei Internment Memorial Center
Also known as Heiwa Teien (lit. 'Peace Garden'), this site is located adjacent to Highway 6,
NW of Nelson in the Kootenay Mountains.
A small garden constructed by Japanese Internees housed in Slocan and other interior communities during the Second World War. Though Slocan and Tashme were larger camps , this site is located in the adjacent village, New Denver, where internees were also kept. The New Denver 'Orchard' camp has the dubious distinction of having been operated by the BC Security Commission until 1957. Over 20,000 Japanese-Canadians were interned in centers like this one. This site is not only a garden, but also a museum and memorial site. Parts of the movie, Snow Falling on Cedars was filmed here. The designer of the garden was a former internee at the Rosebery camp, approximately 3km north of New Denver. The site also has a bookstore/gift shop
A Pair of Stones
Two chunks of gray-green stone,
their shapes grotesque and unsightly,
wholly unfit for practical uses --
ordinary people despise them, leave them untouched.
Formed in the time of primal chaos,
they took their place at the mouth of Lake Taihu,
ten thousand ages resting by the lakeshore,
in one morning coming into my hands!
Pole-bearers have brought them to my prefectural office
where I wash and scrub away mud and stains.
The hollows are black, deeply scarred in mist,
crevices green with the rich hue of moss.
Aged dragons coiled to form their feet,
old swords stuck in for the crown,
I suddenly wonder if they didn't plummet from Heaven,
so different from anything in this human realm!
One will do to prop up my lute,
one to be a reservoir for my wine.
The tip of one shoots up several yards,
the other has a hollow, will hold a gallon of liquid!
My five-stringed instrument leaning on the left one,
my single wine cup set on the right,
I'll dip from the hollowed cask and it will never go dry,
though drunkenness long since has toppled me over.
Every person has something he loves,
and things all yearn for a companion.
More and more I fear that gatherings of the young
no longer will welcome a white-haired gentleman.
I turn my head, ask this pair of stones
if they'd consent to keep an old man company.
And though the stones are powerless to speak,
they agree that we three should be friends.