Editor:
Back in the ’50s, I lived in a wee cottage on Cotton Drive, now 25 Avenue.
The air was clean, people friendly and the livin’ easy.
People didn’t rape the land for large lots and mega-houses or murder trees for a view. City folk were content to spend holidays and weekends in their cosy cottages enjoying nature and then return to city life content. They didn’t move here to complain and upset our natural environment. When a hospital was needed, locals got together and raised the necessary funding, not unlike the barn raisers of old.
I don’t get what is happening to our community.
I don’t get it when our schools are overcrowded.
I don’t get it when every corner has pigeon-holed habitation, better known as condos.
I don’t get it when the sick and dying have to sit in halls for hours awaiting treatment.
I don’t get it when our politicians keep approving building permits to greedy developers.
I don’t get it when we have tree bylaws that aren’t enforced.
I don’t get the ever-growing areas of tarmac, pollution, crowds, traffic and rush of our once-peaceful community.
I won’t get it when our roads are filled to capacity with traffic snarls from all those pending highrisers.
I won’t get it when the police and fire personnel can’t keep up and our people die in crime and fires.
I just don’t get what we are allowing to happen here…
Do you? If you do, would you kindly enlighten me?
Dee Walmsley, Surrey