Yesterday was Canada Day, a day full of rain, celebration and fireworks. Yesterday also marked the day that I had immigrated to Canada: 1st July 1977. When I got off the plane and met Mam and Dad who had both lived in Canada for almost a year already, Dad said that it was a holiday and jokingly said that the whole of Canada was celebrating me arriving. I had visited at Christmas time and completely fallen in love with Canada or at least with Vancouver's north shore but it was lovely to see the place again and be reunited with Mam and Dad, our pets and all my familiar furnishings and my beloved record player and records! A couple of days after arriving, friends of Mam and Dad had a party to celebrate my arrival. Their young daughter, Adrienne, gave me the following poster-size drawing.
In 2004 I wrote a personal essay entitled 'What Canada Means To Me' which won first prize in the annual NOWW writing contest. The essay was also picked up by a glossy-paged magazine (now obsolete) called Transforming Boundaries, an American based publication. I tried to find the essay today but it has long gone from both my email and of course from my computer. It's the first time I really regret losing some of my work. When I first started using yahoo mail, I had to delete files to decrease the size of the inbox and lost my earlier works. I'll have hard copies from the NOWW magazine and Transforming Boundaries and will try to squeeze them in here somehow at a later date.
Although boring, the title 'What Canada Means To Me' invites reflection. What does your country mean to you? Something to think about in these early July days between Canada Day and Independence Day in the States.
Welcome! I'm Sue Blott: a writer of all things, a poet at heart, mom, wife, daughter, step-mom, grandma, tea drinker, tai chi-er, mystic, artist, dreamer...and now a blogger! This is my world.