Archive for June, 2010


June 30, 2010

On the eve of Canada Day 2010, I am doing a mental review of past years.

Some people love parades, fireworks, hot dogs and public celebrations. I am not one of them. I am not less patriotic, my Canadian flag fly’s year round, and this year I’ll try to tune in to the festivities from Ottawa~mostly to see the Queen. She is lovely and lends grace to our country.

The best July 1st celebration I recall was in Snow Lake Manitoba. A field day with hot dogs, baseball games and races. (maybe some ice cream). It was very exciting. I was 5 years of age.

I do remember singing “O Canada” and “God Save the King” in school everyday, and have always felt grateful to live in Canada.

As hard as I try, nothing else comes to mind! Except…it was another long weekend! Those precious long weekends, used to catch up on laundry, and get the house straight enough to go out and play with the kids. (Working parents know exactly what I mean).

Now, if  Mr. Harper would proclaim July 1st as a GST-FREE day, and allow stores to open, I would shop. Yes siree, that’s my idea of celebrating a holiday.


Father’s Day 2010

June 16, 2010

My Dad, Daddy, Pops, died in 1979 at the age of 68. I was 36 at the time and even though he had been sick for a year with prostate cancer, I was shocked and angry.

I was shocked that this “bigger than life” man with a booming voice, and huge physique had wasted away to a shadow and I was angry that he didn’t fix it, like he fixed everything else for us.

He was a true character.  “Get the thin edge of the wedge”, he would say.  I needed to put his advice and pearls of wisdom , into contemporary terms and apply it.

Mother said that she thought he could have done anything in life, if he’d had an education. I think she was right. He went to the school of hard knocks, a product of the 30’s, worked hard and provided us with a decent life, frill-free as it was in the 50’s for most. As luck would have it, “frills” would have added nothing at all to our childhood experience. The presence of  Daddy was everything! He played, cajoled, taught, encouraged and supported. I don’t remember him ever being critical. (is that the key?)

I still miss him. I wish he could see the person I have grown up to be, now. He would be proud, and wonder that it took so long! 🙂

What he left me with was self-esteem and a sense that I could do anything I set my mind to. Navigating the road of life need only those tools.

My message on Father’s Day. Be good fathers.


PS: I chose a wonderful person to father my children. He has all the same great skills as my Dad. It may be a coincidence.

Elmer & little Patti 1946