I used to travel to Sussex, New Brunswick, every summer for a
gynormous flea market that usually featured more than 900 vendors. It
started as a venue for auto parts, but the antiques people quickly
jumped on board. I went in search of $1 CN fountain pens I could
bring back, clean up, restore, and sell for $100 US. <g> While in
Sussex, I hung my hat at a wonderful bed and breakfast a few miles
south of town. One morning, sitting around the breakfast table
talking with the hosts and eight or ten other guests, I mentioned
that my father's mother was an Orser from Black's Harbor, NB. "She
was," I said, "a full-blooded Canadian."
The table erupted with laughter. A college professor slapped me on
the back and said something like "What's a full-blooded Canadian,
'ay?" I accepted the role of well-meaning fool with style and
dignity, I thought. And they did have a good time with it. But to
this day I still don't really understand why they all thought the
concept of a "full-blooded Canadian" was so amusing. I guess we
really are different. <g>
--Bob Whitmire
Canadian blood in his veins since 1948
www.bwp33.com
On Dec 23, 2007, at 3:25 AM, Andrew Fildes wrote:
> I didn't know that the Canadians shared a language - among themselves
> for that matter.
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