The year 1967 marked two milestones for me, one personal, one patriotic. That year I graduated from Oak Bay High School (not聽 significant), and I was swept up by the Centennial fervour (very much so). The highlight of the celebrations was, of course, Expo 67 on reclaimed islands in Montreal. I so much wanted to attend but my teenage treasury prevented that.
Instead, I read Pierre Berton for the first time, and started to realize what a great and unique country we inhabit. At that time our national identity, as seen from Victoria, was an amalgam of old British loyalties, newer Hollywood culture, and Madison Avenue commercials accepted as the measure of middle-class life.
From this small start my respect for sa国际传媒 and the Canadians who built it only grew. From insulin to Medicare, from Standard Time to the CBC, from Arctic aviation to astronauts, from aboriginal canoes to the world鈥檚 first container ship, from Vimy Ridge to the Battle of the Atlantic, for a small population in the world鈥檚 second-largest nation we have punched well above our weight.
I wore a Maple Leaf on my pack travelling around Europe 41 years ago, mainly to distinguish me from Americans. In the last eight years, my wife and I attach it to all our luggage with a pride that needs no comparison. 鈥� Ron Armstrongo