I thought you said maple leaves

I don't understand how you can't love this I found this on the internet, at the Ontario Road Maps site–it’s perfect, but not mine. I do, however, have a growing little collection of things with the Canadian centennial logo: a few different mugs, a plate (now broken), a silk scarf, a framed plaque of all the Prime Ministers of Canada from the start until 1967. I have half a mind to figure out how to make a pieced quilt of the emblem. I’m really pleased that centennial scarves are available for purchase at The Souvenir Shop.

Moving to America in the fall is a daunting thought! I am charmed by this sort of Canadian iconography, and I will miss the serendipity of finding ashtrays at value village with this, or the old Ontario logo, on it. I will miss the batting about of words and phrases like “Canada Council” or “Crown corporation.” I am sure that hearing these words every now and then will be like the smell of your house when you return home from vacation.

Not to make any sort of claims to understand the elusiveness of Canadian identity, but to belong to anything is to know the language and the jargon so well that you don’t think of it as specific to your place in the world. And when you are somewhere using words that other people don’t, you notice–whether it’s accidentally using grad-school words (like “discourse analysis”) around your grandmother, saying “pants” when you mean “trousers” in the UK, or longing for the national research council official time signal to blast through the radio.

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