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Huh. I’m a Canadian Citizen. Who Knew?
An unexpected discovery of Canadian citizenship sends the author into a humorous exploration of family history and distinctly Canadian vocabulary. From tuques and runners to garburators, gasbars, and serviettes, the playful lesson ends with a larger surprise: someone can possess citizenship in another country for a lifetime without realizing it.
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5 thoughts on “Huh. I’m a Canadian Citizen. Who Knew?”
Herb,
Some of our best friends are Canadians!
And I’m so glad I’m one of them!
Herb, I knew there was some good in you, but ya may wanna think about channeling those maritime Canadians. Even in Ontario, “bug…. the dog” is not considered a polite term – much like “son of a b…” is inappropriate. Be careful about sharing your Ontario roots. Ontarians are okay, but most other Canadians don’t really like them. We can say that because the rest of us don’t really matter to them. We’re kinda invisible. But if you’re gonna emulate anyone, aspire to be a Westerner – caring, connected, and a little red-necked. You’d fit right in. Sorry. (Our church needs your ministry. Drop me a line, please. – Howard)
Howard, thanks for the heads up on the impolite term. I’ve made the appropriate edit on the post.
While my mom was born in Ontario, her family moved to Radville, Saskatchewan, when she was one year old. Grandpa Eby became the mayor of that great metropolis and lived there for a dozen years before immigrating his family to Los Angeles, CA, for health reasons. Los Angeles is where my mom met my dad.