Through Rose Coloured Glasses
Since I’ve been writing this column, it seems that every year I have written about Mrs. Richard’s little Christmas village, which to me as a child was the most perfect, most beautiful Christmas decoration I had ever seen. I was not going to that this year, but as I set up my display this year, it became clear that my sentimental self could not help but re-tell the story yet one more time.
My son recently found a pup running on one of our city streets. He witnessed her almost get hit by vehicles twice. He pulled over and the pup jumped into his vehicle. While we planned to only keep her overnight until we could turn her over to the SPCA, we ended up falling in love with the little girl and we now have a new friend for our other rescue pet. Having two dogs in the house (one of them a pup) can be a challenge, but they are so much fun and keep each other entertained for hours.
I was sad to hear that Jack and Linda Jensen are no longer with the E.A. Rawlinson Centre. I can’t imagine the Centre without those two. They have been there right from the start, when this building was in the “dream” stage, prior even to the “planning stage. Jack and Linda were front and centre. They worked hard, attended many meetings and functions, and helped with the fundraising. It seemed like an unobtainable amount had to be raised, but they were two of the dedicated people who made it happen.
This year, Remembrance Day will be more poignant that ever due to the recent events in Ottawa and Quebec. Our own soldiers being killed on Canadian soil certainly brought the war home. Who will ever forget the scene on the Highway of Heroes as hundreds of people quietly lined up to bid a final farewell and show respect to Cpl. Nathan Cirillo, maple leafs flags proudly being waved. What a wonderful tribute as his body arrived at the funeral where again people were lined up to show their respect. With Canadian flags in full evidence, the crowd broke out into several spontaneous renditions of O Canada. For me, the image I see when I think of Cpl. Cirillo’s funeral is of his young son peeking out the funeral car waiving a Canadian flag, and wearing a Glengarry hat just like the one his father and comrades in the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders wore. I think this image will become classic in the same way that John Kennedy, Jr.’s salute at his father’s funeral has become so.