Getting ready for July 1st. Polishing up my Canuck Pride.
This is the antique window my uncle rescued for me from his friend and client, Herda.Graniteware Garden
I needed a Canada Day (July 1st for my American pals) porch greeting – and quick. So I just printed off the words, taped the pages in place on the back side of the window and then used black and red Sharpies to trace the lettering onto the window.
The Maple Leaf I drew by hand (obviously – lol).
This antique doll comes from the East Coast of Canada. The clothing (including the sou’wester hat) is traditional fisherman attire. The red hair – well, our maritimes are heavily populated with the descendants of Irish immigrants.
My mother was about 10 years old when this photo was taken in front of my grandparents’ grocery store (around 1948/49) in North Surrey, British Columbia.
As the picture suggests, North Surrey was a humble but wholesome blue collar neighbourhood. It was full of hard-working families like mine and most of the kids who grew up together then remain friends and now, most in their late 70’s early 80’s, still get together every 3 months for lunch or to see an Elvis Presley impersonator concert.
Except my mom. She died when I was 10, the same age she was in this photo.
Having retired (supposedly), and watching his pennies, last year my uncle (my mother’s brother, who raised my siblings and I following my mother’s death), gave me a Christmas present that didn’t cost him a dime. But, as the credit card commercial says, to me it is precious.
Around the time the photo of my mother was taken, the Murchison Tea Company of Victoria, British Columbia made personalized tea tins for each of their merchants for Christmas. There was only one tin made for each merchant, and this was my grandparents.
As I suspect is true of most families, a lot of cool “stuff” from my family did not survive the passage of time. My antique auctioneer uncle salivates over the long gone storefront signs in the photo of my mom. I am thrilled this tin has survived three generations and being moved back and forth across Canada.
Watching the horrifying news coverage of the Fort McMurray fires I looked at my spoiled, lazy cat sprawled across the back of the sofa with his paws dangling down and told him that if our home catches fire he’ll have to fend for himself. I’ll be running for this tin.
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Since trashing my 12 year old tea cosy two years ago I have been improvising ways to keep my tea hot. If I have no company I’ll just wrap a tea towel around the pot.
While cleaning my closet recently I found an extra Winter Olympics toque and scarf. Just as I was thinking the date ruled out future gift giving the tea kettle whistled and an idea formed.
The scarf became a patriotic table runner.
A couple of tidy snips on the toque seams and voila – from toque to tea cosy.
Can’t wait to have friends over to watch international winter sports competitions (or just an après ski high tea) and admire these fun, patriotic décor accessories.