The recent fall of First Baptist Church, that towering titan of Channing Drive, had some residents lamenting the loss of yet another Flin Flon landmark.
Indeed since the dawn of the new millennium, the appearance of our community has evolved greatly.
There’s no more Ross Lake Curling Club, South Main head frame, North Main head frame or ski chalet A-frame.
Quite a few of Flin Flon’s early homes, dating back to the 1920s and ’30s, have been demolished after years of neglect. And there are no more puffs flowing from the tip of the smoke stack.
Closed doors
At the same time, some of our beloved businesses have closed their doors. Who doesn’t miss the Hong Kong Restaurant in all of its mirror-walled, low-ceilinged glory? Or Johnny’s Confectionery? Or Freedman’s Confectionery, formerly Freedman’s Fall-In?
But what some view as civic decay, I see as part of the natural order of things. Yes, it’s sad to see some of the most familiar facets of Flin Flon fade into memory.
But change isn’t all bad, as it inevitably opens pathways to new opportunities. One example of many saw the old Mr. Ribs restaurant replaced, in time, with Pioneer Square.
Even when we don’t like change, resistance to it is futile. Change is the third guarantee in life behind death and taxes.
