The Canadian Flag: Red Ensign

In 1965, the national flag of Canada was changed from the Canadian Red Ensign to the current Maple Leaf flag without so much as a referendum to give people a voice to see if they wanted to change the current flag or not.

In 2014, while it might be too late to make the Canadian Red Ensign the national flag of Canada, it is never too late to right this historical wrong by making the Canadian Red Ensign an official flag of Canada similar in status to the current national flag and the Royal Union Flag.

The Canadian Red Ensign should be flown at all appropriate war memorials and cemeteries, Canada Day, and other places and events where Canada’s past should be honoured. The flag should be also be accorded the same reverence and respect as the national flag.

via – Bring Back the Red Ensign. (Facebook group)

Heart Stirring my Canadianisms

I have that cookie cutter, more than one of the same kind even. I’m not much of a tea drinker. But, this image just appeals to me so much, I had to cut and paste it over here. It’s on several sites so I’m not even including a link. (The first couple of sites only had a thumbnail and sent me looking for the original site which did not even have the image up any more).

Anyway, it’s red and white and has a maple leaf. To me this image is vibrant and yet soothing with that feeling of home. Plus, even though I rarely drink tea, I still like the fancy tea party idea.

Effective Advertising for Canadians


There’s a pretty effective ad. I came across this ad on the site for the York Region newspaper. Someone had sent me a link to follow to a story they had printed. Anyway, I was struck by that ad with the maple leaf falling down. I even went to the site for the Nature Conservancy.

Scrolling Saturday #3

For Scrolling Saturday

Sunday, March 19, 2006
Where I’m From

I came across this in a blog this morning. But, I can’t do a linkback cause Firefox crashed and I don’t remember which blog it came from. I did find the originating site in my History sidebar. That gives the format used. Anyway, its kind of a nice exercise in nostalgia.

Now that I think about it, and try to come up with answers to where I am from, I don’t really know where I’m from.

I am from the land of the red maple leaf, from pine trees and silvery birch trees.

I am from the the house with gardens, the kiddie swing set overlooking the wild, deep ravine below.

I am from the sweet william, the violets, johnny jump ups freshly blooming in Spring.

I am from road trips and laughter with Mom, from The Scherles and the Earles and the Armbrusters too.

I am from the easy going and the endlessly critical.

From “no one will ever want you” and “you can do anything you try”.

I am from Irish Presbyterians and grew into Earth Witchery, with a joy for life and nature.

I’m from the Irish, the German, the Scots, cabbage rolls, homemade buns and Mom’s endless soup variations.

From the armbusters – not too proud to be too honest, the lawmakers – far too proud to be pleasant, but always correct and right and just in their minds.

I am from sisters, a brother, Woodstock green, coffee cups and craftmanship.