Skip to main content

Traffic Slowing, Inspiration Flowing - Community Comes Together

“A silver SUV nearly hit my daughter – I pulled her out of the way just in time.”

“Man hit by car at Bur Oak and Cornell Park.”

“Speeding cars short-cutting down lane-ways - 5 feet from where kids walk out.  Accident waiting to happen.”

“Driver ignored school bus sign and told me to &^#% off when I called out a reminder.”

“Lady walked right out in traffic without looking at 9th line and Hwy 7.”

“Girl 4 dies, after being struck by vehicle in Markham.”

All reports from social and traditional media within the last month.  One precious child died in Markham on October 22nd, 2015.  Her sister also hit, hospitalized with serious injuries.  Enough is enough. 

A family tragedy. 

A community outraged. 

If I am honest with myself, I might have been a less careful driver before I had kids – when it seemed to make sense to drive faster rather than leaving 10 minutes earlier.  Now, with two kids I walk to and from school daily, the carelessness of the few is evident.  The vast majority of drivers respect the law and use caution.  It is the few that we must get this message to.  

SLOW DOWN - LEAVE EARLIER - BE ALERT

Residents of the Villages of East Markham were tired of being angry about drivers not taking greater care and we came together to do something positive.   ‘SLOW DOWN East Markham” Facebook group was born, where community members could share ideas and MAKE WAVES in our streets, drawing attention and driving change.  

The first initiative was inspiring. 
Photo credit:  Charlotte Kirby
A Non-Profit called “Kids at Play” (KAP)  grew from a similar tragedy in 2014.  To educate their community, they introduced signs that could be posted throughout community streets reminding drivers and pedestrians to “SLOW DOWN – Kids at Play”.  “SLOW DOWN East Markham” worked with KAP, the City of Markham, and 11 small business sponsors to get 200 signs in position in time for Halloween.

And in just 4 days - WE DID IT!!

Group members throughout the villages of East Markham reported drivers reducing their speed and using extra caution this weekend.  Neighbors were helping neighbors place signs in high traffic areas, school zones and busy intersections.  The response was so positive we hope to place another 1000 signs with our next event. Residents were proudly installing signs as their own commitment to safe driving.   But it can’t end here.  We must MAKE WAVES to keep this conversation going - residents working with each other and the City of Markham to improve the safety of our streets.

Two hundred signs won’t bring back that precious 4-year old girl.  These signs won’t stop the driver’s kids from now being bullied in school.  This initiative won’t change the fact that in one horrible moment, two families and a community were changed forever.  We must remember that the drivers in our community are our neighbors.  Getting the word out, keeping the SLOW DOWN conversation going must happen neighbor to neighbor to avoid more tragedies.

Many of these villages were created as “walking communities” where residents like me walk kids to school, the dentist, the bakery, library, hair salon and local parks. If walking isn’t safe in a “walking community”, where should it be safe? Whether speed humps/bumps/cushions, more police patrol, neighbors reporting neighbors, driver and pedestrian education, crossing guards, speed tracking signs, photo radar …. Residents must be diligent and persistently throw solutions at this problem to keep our children safe on village streets.

Recognizing our small business sponsors for their decisive commitment to community action:


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Depression Lies

Depression lies to us about who we are.   It tricks us into believing negative self-talk, and then tries to make us too tired to fight back.   It makes our bodies ache to discourage the physical activity that would create endorphins so needed to quiet the negative noise.   Depression may tell us to either starve or over-feed our bodies, both attempts to skew our self-image. Depression lies to us, and sometimes we listen. I know depression.   I used to be afraid to admit our acquaintance.   In my 20s it would visit infrequently.     I called it something else until I met it more often and our relationship grew. In my early 30s it was called S.A.D. (Seasonal Affected Disorder).   Turns out my body likes sunshine.   Once I left my retail travel career with 4 Caribbean jaunts each winter, my Doctor noticed a pattern of symptoms and a subsequent treatment plan was initiated.   In my late 30s we became intimately acquainted, after each child birth and many hormonal shifts.     Depr

Is it wrong to tell kids that their future is limitless?

So many of us tell our kids “you can be anything you want to be when you grow up”.  But can they? The first time I told my daughter she had limits was during the naming of Catholic Pope Francis in 2013.  She was 8 and asked if she could be Pope one day.  I told her females are not allowed to be head of the Catholic Church.  I answered her “why” with my own bias; “because some people think tradition is more important than equality”.  I’ve watched businesses, young parents, grandparents all decide what toys are for girls and which for boys.  I guess girls don’t grow up to drive cars or build buildings.  Perhaps men don’t become Fathers or caregivers.  If that is true, it is a waste of time for girls to play with cars or blocks or for boys to like dolls.  We tell them they can be ANYTHING when they grow up, yet we limit their play as children.   If their future is limitless, why don’t we limit our children less? We teach our kids to be kind to all people.  Not to be a

A Mother's Circle of Life Love Song

What does a writer do with strong feelings .....write.  A tribute to my Mum. A Mother’s Circle of Life Love Song  ~ Sheri Gammon Dewling ~ Good night sweet girl, Mum said as she tucked me in each night. May my loving arms enfold you and protect you from the fright. I know you like to be awake and join in all the fun. Now it’s time for you to sleep. Tomorrow will soon come. Bless your heart, Mum told me as I learned, fell down and grew. May you face each day with kindness and continue to be true. I know the right decision isn’t always plain to know. Now it’s time for you to lead.   I’m proud to watch you grow. Good night sweet girl, I told her, as I watched her body fail. May the love of family guide you as your spirit starts to sail. I know you cherished life on earth, where your joy has always played. Now it’s time for you to sleep – no need to be afraid. Bless your heart, I said to her, as she took her last, slow breaths. May your journey of