Through Rose Coloured Glasses
Sometimes, the littlest people make the greatest impact. And some people show great strength of will and character even if their physical size doesn’t match their determination. And sometimes they speak the loudest even though their voice is subdued. This in a nutshell is Lily – my niece’s four-year-old daughter. Lily, her mom and dad and older brother visited with us for a few days last week from Manitoba.
There is so much to see in our province, yet we seldom make it a priority to visit what is in our own back yard. This summer, I decided I would try to visit the spots on my “Saskatchewan bucket list”; places I have wanted to go to, but just hadn’t gotten to yet. Last week-end, I crossed off two of those places: the T-Rex and Interpretive Centre at Eastend, and the Great Sand Hills near Leader.
If you have never heard the term “Xennials”, don’t feel bad. No one else had hear it either until recently when Australian professor, Dan Woodman, coined the term. Woodman says there is a “micro-generation” of people who were born between the years of 1977 and 1983. He says that Xennials are a mix of Gen X and Millennials.
As Canadians, we take pride in being nice. We like that the world thinks we are polite and kind. It’s our image and we have come to think of it as a national trait. My family hosted a Mexican exchange student and he told us how pleased he was that he had the opportunity to come to Canada on his exchange. The previous year, he had gone to school in the United States. He told us that “Canadians are so much nicer than Americans”. We have all heard stories of Americans sewing a maple leaf onto their backpacks, so they will receive a better reception in certain countries. Stories such as those warm our hearts and reinforce what we already know – we are just downright nice.
I love old houses, and one of the things I love the most about them is the huge front porches they all seem to have. I enjoy driving through the older neighbourhoods in our city and looking at the beautiful old homes there. One can almost see the wealthy lumber barons and their families sitting there on a Sunday afternoon, enjoying tea and lemonade, and visiting with the people walking by. Prince Albert has many streets of wonderful old homes which stand testament to the wealth and promise of the founding families who lived here over a hundred years ago. Those lovely verandas conger up images of an era long gone, when neighbours knew each and had the time to visit one another. It was a time when politeness and genteel manner were as important as the stunning architecture of the homes lining the streets. These front spaces became receiving parlours during the long sweltering summer evenings before air conditioning where neighbours visited and children played. The porches were large and had plenty of room for chairs, swings and tables.