I am Canadian. Born.
Raised. Proud of it. I am proud of what being Canadian stands for,
stereotypes and all.
For example, I love our accent (although mine is less strong than that of some other regions). I love the “eh” and the “oot and aboot in my boat”. I love that we are generally polite and that we apologize for everything, even if we aren’t wrong. I love that our official mascot is a beaver and the maple is our tree. I love hockey (even if I don’t play it anymore). I love the cold, white winter. I love snow. I love 3 downs, wider, longer fields and the Saskatchewan Roughriders (hey, it is what it is). I love the flat of the prairies, the mountains in the distance, and all of the unique landscapes that are found in and around every corner of our beautiful country. I love toques, bunnyhugs (Sorry, another Saskatchewan reference used there), and all of the other things that are uniquely Canadian (except poutine, but that is due to lactose intolerance, no other reason). There has never been a time when I wasn’t happy to proclaim that I was, in fact, from the glorious land of the North.
For example, I love our accent (although mine is less strong than that of some other regions). I love the “eh” and the “oot and aboot in my boat”. I love that we are generally polite and that we apologize for everything, even if we aren’t wrong. I love that our official mascot is a beaver and the maple is our tree. I love hockey (even if I don’t play it anymore). I love the cold, white winter. I love snow. I love 3 downs, wider, longer fields and the Saskatchewan Roughriders (hey, it is what it is). I love the flat of the prairies, the mountains in the distance, and all of the unique landscapes that are found in and around every corner of our beautiful country. I love toques, bunnyhugs (Sorry, another Saskatchewan reference used there), and all of the other things that are uniquely Canadian (except poutine, but that is due to lactose intolerance, no other reason). There has never been a time when I wasn’t happy to proclaim that I was, in fact, from the glorious land of the North.
I recently had the chance to visit
Ottawa, our nation’s capital. I was actually born in Ottawa, but we moved
back to Saskatchewan after a few months. I’ve always wanted to visit, but
had never had the chance. Why would I want to visit? Because Ottawa
is full of symbols of Canada. Over the next few posts, I'd like to share
some of my thoughts on some of things that, to me, represent Canada and the
essence of being Canadian (although I didn't see all of them in Ottawa).
Symbol # 1 - THE MAPLE LEAF
When I lived in Europe, I was often
mistaken for an American (since I was often in the company of one or more, and my
French accent was distinctly Anglophone). People were sometimes a titch
more abrupt as a result. But when people learned I was Canadian, their
attitude changed. They recognized our international profile, character
and contribution throughout history. They opened up. Why wouldn't
they? We rock!
There is a reason that travellers put
a Canadian flag on their backpack. It is because, of all of the symbols of
Canada, the maple leaf is the most commonly associated with Canada. It
resides proudly in the centre of our flag.
Flag flying proudly from the Peace Tower at the top of the Parliament Building |
It sits on our (now defunct) penny.
Pretty penny |
There are few places where maples (of one species or another) grow. The
distinctive sugar maple forms the hard working backbone of the syrup (and
syrup-related) industry of much of Eastern Canada. While it was late
October when I visited Ottawa, there were still many leaves on the trees (at
least, compared to back home in Western Canada). It was great to see the
different types of maples, offering a bright contrast to the blue/grey skies,
the stonework of the buildings and the brick sidewalks.
Colourful maples next to the Fairmont Chateau Laurier hotel |
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