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Hello Winter My Old Friend.

This morning when my eyes fluttered open, laying snoozing under the warm covers and reality began to come into focus for another day I remembered a few things.  First of all today is Remembrance Day in Canada where at 11 am we stop everything, and give thanks for those who gave their lives and futures so that we in the free world could remain free.

A good 8 or 9 inches of snow overnight before drifting!

Also we were to get a huge dump of snow over night, yesterday as we enjoyed our evening there already was a light dusting on the ground.  Enough to paralyze a southern American city but hardly enough to make a Winnipegger blink twice.

Today however is a slightly different story,  although not debilitating to any Canadian versed in winter, but a pain in the ass none the less.  Over night we got a good solid dump of around 9-10 inches of wintry goodness.   Enough to make our trucks in the backyard look like they were tucked in for a good winters nap complete with sleeping caps à la The Night Before Christmas.

Truck and jeep cleaned off but still with a little toque of snow on top.

It’s not like we were not expecting it, but it still sucks to know that you have to put on the Sorrels and shovel everything out before going out.  It makes you want to just stay in bed and cuddle the day away with your special someone.

I guess that’s it for fires this year. Our fire pit is full of snow.

It also makes me very glad that Darlene and I have 4 wheel drive, thus allowing us to brave the higher snowbanks and forgo shoveling out the driveway until we get our snow blower back in action this week.

The path to our composter is clear thanks to Dominick.

I guess the most important thing about being Canadian is loving each one of our four seasons and making the most out of each of them.  As we say in St Boniface C’est si bon! It’s so good!!

Lest We Forget

Lest We Forget: Sergent Tommy Prince – Canada’s almost forgotten hero.

Given that this coming week is Remembrance week culminating with Remembrance Day on Friday Nov, 11. I thought it fitting that I spotlight one of Canada’s and indeed Manitoba’s greatest fighting men.

How does a person sum up the life of one of the most decorated soldiers in Canadian history?  Especially when he was treated as a second class citizen in the country of his birth.

Reconnaissance Sergent Tommy Prince

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Lest We Forget

It seems that yet another Remembrance Day is upon us, and what has the world learned since Nov, 11 1918.  Currently the number of active conflicts around the world seems to be on the increase.  From the conflicts in the Middle East, to the genocides of Africa.  Conflicts in the far corners of Russia and China flare up and are stamped out brutally as the world turns a blind eye.  Israel and Palestine skirmish over narrow strips of land that both claim as home.

Drug cartels in Mexico fan the flames in Central America even as the memories of the 1980’s cartel violence in Colombia fade into history.   All of the conflicts are not fought by armies.  Some place tribal factions against each other in a struggle for survival.  Village destroying village, those who began with nothing, emerging with even less.

Even the great powers of the world cannot hope to extinguish all the flames of war.  The superpowers of the west bogged down by Taliban fighters in the Afghani highlands fight and die, in what may prove to be a futile attempt to bring freedom and education to the masses.

Canadian blood is mixing with the windswept sands, sacrificing lives for a sacred ideal, for a worthy goal.  A dream, a hope that future generations can live free, learn and grow.  Unfettered by ideology and dogma, in a world where the freedom to choose sometimes comes with a high price to be paid.

We are proud of our Soldiers and Sailors and Airmen.  We honour your sacrifice today.  We hope to learn from the lessons of the past, so that one day, hopefully soon the world can live in peace.

Poppy of Remembrance

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John McCrae – May 3, 1915