Where is Canadians? / ¿Donde está Canadians?

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I WANT TO MOVE TO the country called Canadians. It’s the homeland of equality, justice & tolerance. At least that’s what the T-shirt says. Do you suppose Canadians is north of Canada? East? Moose doesn’t know. And Dudo doesn’t care. He only asks if I think he’s adorable.

I continue to be fascinated by all the different “designs” of hibiscus blossoms. Today’s looks like a pinwheel. The yellow one on our terrace looks like an aphid farm. (Again.) The other photos are from Thursday’s walk through town.

San Geraldo expects to give me his final draft of chapter 12 today, which means I’ll have it done by tomorrow. It’s a complicated chapter and includes his Norwegian great-great uncle, Helmer Hanssen, navigator and master dog-sled driver, who in 1911, along with Roald Amundsen and three crew was one of the first explorers to reach the South Pole. He was already an experienced ice pilot when, five years earlier, he served as second mate to Amundsen when they found the Northwest Passage onboard the Gjøa, a 28-year-old herring fishing boat. No mention of Canadians.

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QUIERO MUDARME AL PAÍS LLAMADO canadienses. Es la patria de la igualdad, la justicia y la tolerancia. Al menos eso es lo que dice la camiseta. ¿Crees que los canadienses están al norte de Canadá? ¿Este? Moose no lo sabe. Y a Dudo no le importa. Solo me pregunta si creo que es adorable.

Sigo fascinado por todos los diferentes “diseños” de flores de hibisco. El de hoy parece un molinillo. El amarillo de nuestra terraza parece una granja de pulgones. (De nuevo.) Las otras fotos son del paseo del jueves por la ciudad.

San Geraldo espera darme su borrador final del capítulo 12 hoy, lo que significa que lo tendré listo para mañana. Es un capítulo complicado e incluye a su tío abuelo noruego, Helmer Hanssen, navegante y conductor de trineos tirados por perros, quien en 1911, junto con Roald Amundsen y otros tres, fue uno de los primeros exploradores en llegar al Polo Sur. Ya era un piloto de hielo experimentado cuando, cinco años antes, se desempeñó como segundo oficial de Amundsen cuando encontraron el Pasaje del Noroeste a bordo del Gjøa, un barco de pesca de arenque de 28 años. No se menciona Canadienses.

• Walk gayly forward.
• Camina alegremente hacia adelante [hacia adelante gay].
• Oslo, Norway, 1998. San Geraldo and Alice on the Fram (Norwegian for “forward”), the ship that went to the South Pole.
• Oslo, Noruega, 1998. San Geraldo y Alice en el Fram (noruego para “hacia adelante”), el barco que se dirigió al Polo Sur.
• Alice outside her great-uncle’s cabin belowdecks.
• Alice fuera de la cabaña de su tío abuelo debajo de la cubierta.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

35 thoughts on “Where is Canadians? / ¿Donde está Canadians?”

    1. David:
      That only gets me, I think, to Nova Scotia. Is Nova Scotia actually in Canadian? I had no idea.

  1. The pinwheel hibiscus flower is gorgeous. I’m sure you must have tried spraying aphids with soapy water, haven’t you? As a species, they are sure survivors. And SG’s family – what an interesting and exciting history. Also survivors!

    1. Wilma:
      Oh, we started with soapy water. It never lasted very long and made a mess of the terrace.

  2. Canadians is definitely NOT north of Canada! In my youth, I worked as a High Arctic Weather Observer, so I have seen parts of the Northwest Passage too when stationed on Prince Patrick, Cornwallis, Baffin and Ellesmere Islands. When I worked at Eureka, it was the northernmost civilian station in Canada (Canadian Forces Base Alert was the farthest north, but off-limits to non-authorized personnel) and the last chance stopover before going to Ward Island, the jumping off point for trekkers going to the north pole. Every April, when the sun finally came up after polar night, “silly season” would start with all kinds of nut jobs trekking to the pole. Unsurprisingly, 99% turned back after only a few days, LOL!

    I was one of about 10 female meteorological technicians scattered across Canada’s High Arctic at that time, so we called ourselves the “Tundra Bunnies” and supported each other however we could by radiophone or mail. Sadly, equipment sabotage and sexual harassment by some male colleagues and Officers-In-Charge was commonplace at the time, so we Tundra Bunnies had to problem-solve and vent a lot!

    Now you know the origin of my name….

      1. Mistress Maddie:
        I’ve been curious about the name and loved reading this.

    1. Tundra Bunny:
      That’s a great origin story and unlike anything I might have imagined. What a cool life experience… except for misogynistic assholes. Wouldn’t you love to live in a place like Canadians?

      1. I’m glad my origin story exceeded your imagination, which is considerable, given the talent you display in your blog! My career has taken me to most parts of Canada and unfortunately, misogynistic assholes of varying degrees are everywhere. And as appealing as living in a utopian “Canadians” might be, Canada is pretty good already, LOL! Besides, one cannot appreciate the light without darkness.

      2. Tundra Bunny:
        Too bad, after all these years, the misogynistic assholes are STILL everywhere. I do love you origin story. So glad to know it. I still haven’t lost my fantasy view of Canada. What the USA could have been. May it continue to get better.

  3. Now that is an interesting tidbit about San Geraldo and his family. Quite amazing tales! When one looks back into their family histories….it is amazing to know what they did and who we came from.

    But good luck moving those cats to a colder climate, lmao!!!!!!! I surmise their bird watching and warm weather love…theyd have to be blasted out.

    1. Mistress Borghese:
      SG looked into MY family history, too. His is easy to explore. Mine is not. He found my 3-greats-grandfather born in 1792. I was hoping for connections like SG has: Arctic explorers, kings of spain, kings of scotland, discoverer of Pluto (the planet, not the cartoon character). Nope. My 3-greats was a beggar!

  4. Fabulous family history!
    Our Rose of Sharon bushes out front, are of several types, as we get at least three different blossom styles (and several different colors). My husband didn’t know that that were Hibiscus plants, so someone walking by and admiring them one day, said, “Hibiscus?” and he said, “No… some other name, I can’t remember” Ha! They are hibiscus!

  5. I’ve been asking that for years now!!…..such a large country! lol
    LOVE that Hibiscus blossom……..brought ours inside today as it is getting ‘cooler’ here in Canadians.

      1. Ron,
        We’ve tried. They come back. They require a systemic as well and I haven’t done it regularly enough… like once a week.

  6. Canada is a geographically the second biggest landmass in the world, 6 time zones and it extend from the US Border 49 parallel all the way to the North Pole. However I am not in favour of such slogans on T shirts that proclaim messages, at best misleading. Canada does promote values of equality, tolerance and justice, not so sure all 38 million canadians do the same. Again lovely pictures of your area and always so clean.

    1. larrymuffin:
      Yes, the T-shirt is an overstatement. But it also calls the country “Canadians” and not “Canada.”

  7. My cousin and I had a saying back when we were younger. It came from driving up and down the Adirondack Northway (I-87 between Albany and the Canadian border just south of Montréal). If we drove really fast, we could actually pass the cars with Québec license plates. Our term for speeding became “Passing Canadians.” Like, “Man, you were really passing Canadians back there. Good thing there were no Troopers around.” Troopers, of course, being the state police that patrolled the interstate.

    1. Walt the Fourth:
      Yeah, we knew the troopers. I love “passing Canadians.” I do remember jokes about Canadian drivers but never as good as that. In South Dakota, if someone sees and IOWA license plate, they keep their distance because it stands for Idiots Out Wandering Around. This coming from a South Dakotan! (And my apologies to any of the decent people from Iowa and South Dakota. They do exist.)

  8. Oh, those freaking aphids! What does it TAKE?! (I have the same problem with some of our plants, as you know.)

    Are people from Canadian called Canadianans?

    I love the “gayly forward” sculpture (or path or whatever it is).

    1. Steve:
      Thank you! I wanted call them Canadianans, but I thought that might be going too far.

  9. There now ~ all this from another societal “lost in translation” moment. It appears to be people’s need to “put down” someone, anyone. Sheeh! I have learned over the years that all it does is alienate.

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