I was born and raised in Powell River and had the privilege of spending a large portion of my 25 years amongst a community of incredible people who supported each other to no end.
Despite now living and working in the Lower Mainland, I continue to cherish the countless memories made in this town. Powell River will forever remain a place that I hold dear to my heart, a place that evokes a great sense of pride when I’m asked where I’m from.
Having competed on national and international stages in the sports of judo and wrestling, Powell River was a name that accompanied me throughout my journeys. Although travelling with Team BC and Team Canada, I was often referred to as the “Powell River girl.” My coaches would joke and tease, claiming that our tiny town produced pretty tough athletes.
From winning national titles to competing at world championships, I always opted to ensure my hometown was mentioned. Sport has granted me an immense amount of amazing opportunities, but it was not accomplished alone. Powell River has been the backbone that has led me to so many unbelievable experiences.
In particular, February 3, 2010, was a day that will stand with me forever. Tears stream down my face to this day, recollecting when over 5,000 Powell Riverites gathered to watch me, a little 13-year-old girl with a dream of competing on the world stage, light the Olympic cauldron for their hometown. This day is ingrained in my mind as one filled with love, laughter and insurmountable joy. On that day, Powell River was added to the history books as a tiny, yet powerful community of hardworking, kind-hearted and devoted people.
I am certain that, given the chance, I could write a novel around the positive attributes of this town. I have never once associated Powell River with anything remotely negative or harmful. To take away this name would essentially erase these beloved memories that I continue to share with others on a daily basis.
The number of encounters I have had with complete strangers who reminisce on their visits to our town is remarkable. This beautiful mark of land is not defined by a single person, yet a much larger assembly of those individuals who have made it what it is today, a home.
I beg that we allow Powell River’s name to remain.
Abby Lloyd is a former Powell River resident.
