Sunday, June 30, 2024

Canada? by Leanne Dyck (humour)

How much do you know about Canada? 

I think I know this much... Am I wrong?

photo by ldyck

while in Sidney, BC

Canada?


No matter where you live in the world you’ve probably heard of Canada. Even if it’s just as the blob north of the United States. Surely, everyone has heard of Canada’s big brother to the south. They are older. The United States gained its independence from Great Britain ninety-one years before four eastern Canadian provinces—Ontario, Quebec, Nova Scotia, and New Brunswick—joined to form a dominion. And the USA is larger—if you don’t include bodies of water. So, of course, you’ve heard of the United States of America. And Canada is cool with being the little brother.

If you have heard of Canada you may know that it is divided into provinces and territories. You may even know the names of some of the provinces—Ontario, Quebec, Toronto.

No, wait. Toronto isn’t a province. Or at least it isn’t yet.

You may have heard of the province east of Quebec. You may know it as the Maritimes. However, if you type ‘the Maritimes’ into a search engine you’ll discover that it’s not one province but, in fact, five. Five? Is that correct? Let’s check our math, shall we? Geographically from Quebec east to the Atlantic Ocean, first up is New Brunswick. Then Nova Scotia. Then Prince Edward Island. Prince Edward Island is the smallest province so most people just call it PEI, for short. See three provinces. Did I say five? No, I’m sure I said three. And I’m not done. Here’s a Canadian magic trick, if you add Newfoundland to—. Wait, I forgot something. If you add the province now known—since 2001—as Newfoundland Labrador to the mix you no longer have the Maritimes. No, now—poof—you have the Atlantic provinces. 

So that’s Eastern Canada. That’s where most people live. In fact, if you put Canada on a teeter tooter it won’t teeter or tooter. It would remain on a permanent tilt. So why look west? Many politicians have asked themselves that very question. Why?

Western Canada remained overlooked for so many years that some people who live on that side of the country got… Well, they got uppity. Not to name names but… Alberta. Alberta thinks it’s a prairie province. But it has too many hills and even mountains. Everyone knows that prairies are flat.

Prairies. That might be a new word for you. You may wonder what a prairie province is. Or you may not.

On the west coast—or wet coast, as some people who think they’re funny call it. Ha! Ha!—of Canada, you have Canada’s answer to California British Columbia. At this point, after naming all of the significant Canadian provinces, most people are too exhausted to say British Columbia so British Columbia became known simply as BC. The southern part of BC gets very little snow and usually enjoys mild weather. Usually. There are, of course, exceptions but people who live in BC—let’s call them BCers—don’t like talking about those days, hours. Instead, they like to talk about the flowers that bloom while the rest of Canada is still using snow shovels. They talk so much and so loud about those flowers that people who once lived in the prairie provinces now live in BC. There’s that word again. Prairies.

Up north lie the territories. They’re like Canada’s attic. Occasionally, we ask ourselves, I wonder what’s up there? But it takes too much effort to find out.

What’s up there? Let me see there’s Nunavut—established in 1999, it is the newest territory. The Northwest Territory. Where did that name come from? Maybe because the territory is north and west of Ontario. Maybe? And then there’s the Yukon or is it Alaska? I can never remember which one is American and which one is Canadian. I guess technically they’re both American—they’re both part of North America.

Okay… Okay, the prairies. Saskatchewan is a chunk of flat land close to Alberta and Manitoba is a chunk of flat land close to Ontario. Many people think that those provinces are bland and they could be right.

There you have it. That’s Canada.

I hear you. You need more. You want to learn more about the prairies, about Manitoba. Okay. Here you go then…

Sunday, June 23, 2024

Book Review: In the Belly of the Sphinx by Grant Buday (fiction)

 Set in Victoria, BC during the Victorian era (1837-1901), In the Belly of the Sphinx is about Pearl (daughter) and Florence (mother) Greyland-Smith.

Story question: how is a murderer made?


photo by ldyck

In the Belly of the Sphinx

Grant Buday

Brindle and Glass

an imprint of TouchWood Editions

historical fiction

2023

273 page

I purchased my copy from Books on Mayne


Pearl is raised by her upperly mobile mother in an upper-middle-class household. Appearance, and status matter to Florence. She will do everything it takes to ensure her daughter's future but will Pearl?

Chapter by chapter, I watch Pearl mature from a nine-year-old girl grieving her soldier father to a young woman with her own secrets. Chapter by chapter, I witness the evolution of the mother-daughter relationship.

"'It has always seemed to me that a woman's lot in the world is a precarious one.'"

Grant Buday is a skilled Mayne Island author who uses suspense and secrets to entice his readers and makes history live on the page. He also flavoured this tale with references to Victoria, BC events and landmarks. I was especially pleased that he used Craigdarroch Castle as a backdrop for one of the most significant scenes. Craigdarroch Castle is one of my favourite places on Vancouver Island. 

Tip: Read the Prologue.


More...

a pictorial tour of Craigdarroch Castle

book review: Delusionist by Grant Buday


Next Sunday...

And...

Sunday, June 16, 2024

Inspired by Indigenous People's Day by Leanne Dyck

Written in appreciation for the Indigenous people who have inspired me.

photo by ldyck

while in my birth province--Manitoba

As a junior high history student, I wrote a paper on my hero Louis Riel. After studying law in Montreal, he went home to Manitoba and courageously opposed the Canadian government's harsh treatment of his people. He envisioned a future where all people could share the land, equally. I dreamed about how different Manitoba--possibly even Canada--would have been if Riel's vision had been embraced. 

As a Katimavik volunteer, I lived and volunteered in Wendake, Quebec. The Wendat employ their ancient craft traditions to build successful businesses--such as Bastien Industries--and their community prospers.

As an Early Childhood Educator, I cared for Cree and Metis children in daycare centres--in Winnipeg's North End and Manitoba's Interlake. I watched an eighteen-month-old boy slip plastic loops around his ankles and wrists. Properly adorned, he strutted heel, toe, heel, toe--like he had seen his family do at pow-wows. He held his head high. The pride he took in his culture was clearly evident. 

As an adult university student, I took a Native Literature course and wrote a paper on the poet, author, and performer Pauline Johnson. She used her talents to build a bridge of understanding between the Indigenous people and settlers. She inspired me to dream of building a bridge between the neuronormative and neurodivergent communities. 

Strengthened by these examples of courage and pride, I, a settler, stand stronger in the truth of who I am. 

National Indigenous Peoples Day 

More...

Sunday, June 9, 2024

My Time Machine Trip (part two) by Leanne Dyck

'Real friends...[are t]he ones who go into the forest to find you and bring you home.'  -Mindy Kaling

Jasen, Angie, Shelia (our group leader), Sandi, Jerry, Michel (tour guide), Tim, Denis, Me

our first group house


1984

I joined the government-run youth group Katimavik. As a self-described loner, I joined to see and serve Canada. I also had trouble taking my next step after high school and thought Katimavik could open more doors for me. As a participant, I lived communally while volunteering in three Canadian provinces--Newfoundland, Ontario, and Quebec. 

In the final months of Katimavik, all the participants in my group contributed to a book of memories. As most of the group was from English Canada, all but three (or more accurately two and a half) contributions were written in English.

2011

I began writing a memoir about my experiences as a Katimavik participant.

2022

I asked my friend Manon to translate the French contributions in the Katimavik book. 

Manon supplied me with the translations and suggested I get back in touch with my group.

I immediately rejected that idea. They don't want to see me again, I told myself.

Manon said something like, "I've gotten to know Brigitte through her writing and I'd like to get to know her better."

I promised Manon that I would try to find Brigitte. It didn't take much online digging to unearth Brigitte's email address. 

Manon contacted Brigitte and "CC"ed me. So Brigitte replied to Manon and me. In her reply, Brigitte told me that our group had a Facebook page and invited me to join. I thought about doing that for two seconds but put it on the back burner. Before I knew what was happening, Brigitte had reunited me with the group. And... And reunion plans began to be set in motion. 

2024

Southern Ontario

Linda and I took a Flair plane from Winnipeg to Toronto. Linda became my travel buddy throughout this part of the trip. If you have travel anxiety... If you have dyslexia... I highly recommend a travel buddy. Being a travel buddy has its challenges but Linda was a master. In Toronto, we claimed our bags and --. I discovered that I no longer had my purse. Huh? No sunglasses. No cellphone. No wallet. No ID. Oops. 

Okay so... How did that happen?

Well...My purse was tiny and I had planned to wear it on board but the flight attendant insisted that I stow it under the seat. I had two options--put it in my cloth bag or on my backpack. I put my tiny purse on top of my backpack but told myself that I had put it in my cloth bag. And so when I went to disembark, I grabbed my cloth bag and backpack and my tiny purse tumbled farther under the seat. It lay there, unseen by all--except, thankfully, by another passenger. He brought it to Flair's  Lost and Found. The passenger found Linda and me and told us what he had done. So all Linda and I had to do was pick the tiny purse up from Flair'a Lost and Found. All...? Yeah, right. The trouble was that Flair's Lost and Found was only open when they had a plane in the air. No plane was in the air so the Lost and Found was closed. Linda and I raced around the airport from Information to the Flair check-in and back. We even divided to try to conquer. All, the time I'm telling myself happy tales like I'll never see the purse again and even if a miracle happens and I do retrieve it nothing Nothing of value will be inside. But unbenounced to Linda and me, a flight attendant was working very hard to solve a mystery--where exactly is Leanne Dyck? She found my cellphone and used it to phone my recent contacts. My recent contacts also phoned me. Everyone was working hard to solve the mystery. And yet I thought I was alone. Finally, the flight attendant phoned Linda and... The mystery was solved. The flight attendant gave me back my sunglasses, cellphone, wallet, ID and everything of value that I had put in the purse and she gave me back my purse. I gave her a smile that stretched from ear to ear. And Linda even had the presence of mind to offer her money but the hard-working flight attendant refused to accept it--all in a day's work.

Relieved, Linda and I continued our journey. This time we took a train (it would have been called a Skytrain in BC) to terminal one. Eventually, the Flexbus arrived and took us to London, Ontario. Linda and I were charmed by the picturesque small (population of 10,000) city. We were charmed by the city and pampered by the luxurious Park Hotel. And...

photo by ldyck

Jack Astor's 

While in London, Ontario, my friend Linda and I ate at Jack Astor's. Rooftop dining offered picturesque views of the charming city. Mandy, our server, gave prompt, fun, responsive service. The food was delicious! I highly recommend Jack Astor. 

In our room at the Park Hotel, I finally had a chance to review my cellphone messages. And I'm still very sorry I put through all that Jerry.

We spent the day sightseeing in beautiful London. A highlight was visiting beautiful Eldon house--the oldest house in London, Ontario.

photo by ldyck

photo by ldyck

photo by ldyck


Linda and I ate supper at Jack Astor's and then at 6 PM my friend Jerry drove us to Walden Place (a walking distance from Grand Bend).

photo by Linda

Jerry (our volunteer driver) and Me

photo by ldyck

Jerry got this Katimavik sign specially made for the reunion.

If I could have I would have stuffed it into my suitcase. 

(Note: bring a bigger suitcase)

The Reunion

May 23 to 27

photo by Denis

Group house in Whalen Place, Ontario


photo by Jerry

Linda, Fani, and Me



photo by Brigitte (I think)

Back row: Lorrie, Rich (Angie's husband), Angie, me, Sandi, Denis, Brigitte, Jerry

Front row: Lise, Fani (Tim's wife), Tim, Linda (my travel buddy)



I'm finding it hard to summarize the reunion, but Angie (see above) wrote a beautiful summary...

'A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.' -Thomas Mann

Angela Giacomelli wrote...

We had an incredible good time. We never starved and we laughed from sunrise to sundown! We learned that distance and time have no interference between the bond of a group of kids from across our beloved country Canada. Our time spent together after 40 years apart was truly magical and a testament to our enduring friendship now and always. We all still agree how much we loved the Katimavik program and how it helped make way for our futures!

photo by Angie

Me, Jerry and Sandi

Keep partying, my Katimavik family

Until next time...

Travel Tips...

-take a graphic novel. I was given Hyperbole and a Half by Allie Brosh. It made the perfect travel companion.

-for those who are dyslexic and, or have travel anxiety, I recommend a travel buddy (someone to travel with)

-pack all liquids in checked baggage

-take a neck pillow and a butt cushion

-pack light--all of your clothes should easily fit in your suitcase with room leftover. You will no doubt acquire more items.

-celebrate the end of your trip by taking yourself to a day spa


Next Sunday...

Sunday, June 2, 2024

My Time Machine Trip (part 1) by Leanne Dyck

Manitoba

May 14, 2024

I woke early (5:15 am) to set out for points east. I dubbed this my time machine trip. It allowed me to reconnect with people and revisit places that shaped me.

photo by ldyck

My plane landed and Linda was there to meet me. 

In 1985, my friendship with Linda began when we enrolled in the University of Winnipeg's Child Care Worker Training Program. The program crammed two years of study into eighteen months. It combined theory with hands-on experience. Linda and I have been friends ever since.

While in Winnipeg, I planned to stay with Linda, her husband, their cat Sassy, and their dog Finn. I arrived at Linda's a bundle of excitement and nerves. Finn met me with his own bundle. The two bundles exploded and Finn told me I would have to find somewhere else to stay. I respected his opinion and set to work to find a solution to my problem. 

photo by Marjorie

Marjorie and me

Marjorie--my aunt by marriage--generously opened her doors and welcomed me into her guest bedroom. By the time the dust had settled and I lay my exhausted body down and closed my eyes, it was midnight. There was little of May 14 that I hadn't experienced.

May 15

Susan was my best friend in elementary school. We've lost touch and reconnected periodically throughout our lives. When had we last chatted face-to-face? I couldn't remember but Susan did--in 1994, Susan and I had visited in her mom's living room. Recently, we reconnected again. Thanks to Facebook. Winnipeg's Stella's restaurant was the setting for our long overdue face-to-face chat. We invited Linda to jon us and the three of us shared laughter and memories for six hours. Six hours. Yes, we had a lot to catch up on. 

photo by ldyck
Susan and Linda

May 16

I treated Linda and myself to a slice each of Vegan Oreo Chocolate Cake at Baked Expectations--a bakeshop in Osborne Village. 

photo by ldyck

photo by ldyck
Linda

Osborne Village holds cherished memories for me. In 1990, as a new couple, Byron and I moved into a second-floor apartment there. We lived in that apartment building (River Crescent Gardens) for about three years and our love strived in that artsy, funky neighbourhood. 

May 17

My middle brother Randy drove me to Eriksdale, Manitoba. 

photo by Val

photo by Val

I was born in Eriksdale's first hospital. My dad was born in Eriksdale, as well. My grandfather was one of the first settlers. Two of my three brothers still live there. Simply put, I have deep roots in Eriksdale. 

While in Eriksdale, I stayed on my oldest brother Rick's and my sister-in-law Val's farm.

photo by ldyck

photo by ldyck

Val and Rick, and my cousin John


Highlights of my time in Eriksdale include helping Rick feed lambs, spending time with family pets, going for long walks with Val, chatting with my niece Darlene, attending a kitchen table party, touring the Eriksdale museum, and...

photo by Val

photo by ldyck

photo by ldyck


having ice cream at Havakeen Lunch. I pay tribute to Havakeen in this short story...

photo by ldyck

Rainbow Ice Cream

My mom let me go. I'm not sure I would have had I been the mother. I was so young crossing that road--a major highway, semis sped down. But Mom let me go knowing it was a child's rite of passage. I never remember her taking me. I do remember her calling, "Be careful crossing the road."

I headed to a white building with a sign that read:  'Hav-A-Keen Lunch'. Keen was like cool, back then. The business--a mom and pop truck stop--was shared by the Havards and the Keens, hence the name.

A bell rang when the screen door slammed shut behind me.

Sometimes she popped out of the back, where she lived. Sometimes she was wiping the counter. She always greeted me with a smile.

"Hi, Mrs. Havakeen."

Maybe she tried to correct me. Maybe she said, "Just call me Mrs. Keen." Maybe she added a dear to show me she wasn't mad. I don't remember. I do remember her asking, "What'll you have?"

I dumped a handful of coins on the counter--pennies, dimes, nickels, and a quarter. "What will this buy?"

"A chocolate bar, pop, an ice cream cone..."

"A rainbow ice cream cone, please," I said spring, summer, fall--never winter, the road was too slippery.

Mrs. Keen dipped the spoon in a bucket of water and then into the pail. A large box with a child holding a triple scoop cone hung on the wall. She pulled a cone from the box, filled it with ice cream and handed it to me.

Rainbow ice cream:  swirls of chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, and mint. Why choose one favour when you can have them all? Rainbow. It was like eating a better tomorrow.

I always made it home safe and sound. Sometimes with rainbow ice cream dripping down my arm--melting under the hot sun.

Did Mrs. Keen know how important she was to me? Did she know how special she made me feel? I like to think she did.

May 20

Rick, Val and I spent most of the day in the car. We drove to St. Rose du Lac (north of Eriksdale). I treated everyone to breakfast. We came back by way of Portage la Prairie. The landscape changed during our drive from rocks and swamps to Lake Manitoba's great expanse to rolling hills and fertile land. 

photo by ldyck

photo by ldyck

photo by ldyck

photo by ldyck



That tour reminded me of car rides through Eriksdale's backroads with my parents after church. 

photo by ldyck


Next Sunday, my adventure continues in Southern Ontario