Day 46.- We took an uncharted route from Tamworth to Parham, kumbucha and croissant at Sharbot Lake, then followed Hwy 38 through Crow’s Lake, Bolingbroke to Perth, home of 2 inde bookstores! We visited Heidi and Peter at Spark Books, a really cool couple and their great bookstore on Foster St. for a visit,
then over to The Book Nook, where we got one of their postcards and sent it back home to Amy at Totally Book-ish in Mission.
I sat in the humongous Red Chair looking out to the Rideau Canal linking Perth to the Rideau Lakes system. Perth is also home of the Mammoth Cheese, originally 22,000 pounds, 6 feet high and 28 feet in circumference, produced in Perth back in 1893 for an exhibit at Chicago’s World Fair. It went from there to England, some of it made back to Ottawa, and the remaining 80lbs are in Perth! Gotta love the landmarks that make these towns so unique! I know people fall in love with Mission for our Post Office, Rocko’s, the Abby and other great things!
Ottawa - Hwy 40 to Ottawa to visit friends Bruce and Sandra. We also met Bruce on our trip to Bangladesh back in 2014 and it was really nice to meet his wife Sandra, plus Duke 🐾 , Ernie 🐾, and cuddly cat who’s name I cannot remember 🐈⬛. Also a very special young woman, Tania, is living with Bruce and Sandra - she fled from the Ukraine 1 year ago when Russia first attacked the Ukraine, and her family is still there. Tania’s is working as a settlement worker for refugees in Ottawa. She is also a lawyer in Ukraine, like Sivitha in India, and hopes to return home.
Bruce is an excellent cook and they spoiled us royally!
We talked a lot with Bruce and Sandra about the take over of Ottawa by the Freedom Convoy last year when the entire city was held hostage by a convoy movement initially created to protest vaccine mandates for crossing the borders, then escalated to protest against COVID19 vaccines in Canada, then on to racism and hatred toward minorities. People couldn’t got to work, malls and businesses were shut down, and home care providers couldn’t get to where they were needed. What I didn’t know about was the Battle of Billing’s Bridge: - Sunday, Feb. 13 the flow of trucks going for supplies for the convoy were stopped by a few frustrated local residents to demonstrate the negative impact on the citizens of Ottawa - their city was being held hostage! The protest started with enough volunteers to corral about 35 vehicles, mostly pick up trucks coming to get supplies (fuel and food) for the protesters downtown. Dozens of volunteers showed up, then hundreds, eventually more than 1,000 people and they held back the convoy of suppporters for 9 hours. Later that night drivers in the convoy were permitted a “negotiated retreat” - they were allowed to leave, one at a time, but only after their trucks had be stripped of flags and “Freedom Convoy” stickers, and surrendered any jerry cans. It is estimated that more than 1,000 people stood strong, shoulder to shoulder. At this point the government and police finally got involved and it ended with no concessions given; the Emergencies Act was invoked from February 17-23. Ah, the power of a few people who believe that they can make a difference ✊, thank you.
- Today is the day that underwater noises from the missing submersible exploring the Titanic were heard and the air supply is expected to run out within hours. Sadly things did not turn out well.
We spent hours with Bruce and Sandra searching for information about my Dad’s plane crash - they are both Veterans and have a keen interest in this kind of stuff. I’ll have to send them stuff when I get home. My Dad was a Squadron Leader in the RCAF and was in a military plane crash, in Canada, when I was a baby. But on the Dowker side we did discover that both Bruce and Roger’s fathers served together in the 427 Lion Squadron during WWII. What a small world, we meet on a trip to Bangladesh, visit in Ottawa only to discover another connection in England. While on a night operation on March 18, 1944 my (Roger’s) dad’s Halifax bomber was shot down by a night fighter. The pilot maintained control long enough for the crew to parachute to safety in doing so he was not able to save himself. The plane crashed near Hillesheim Germany. The crew was captured, and my dad spent the remainder of the war as a POW. He was 22 years old.
Day 47 - Downtown Ottawa!!
- By Ward Market
- Old Ottawa along Sussex Street (Sylvia, the story of the lumberjacks collecting their pay and setting out to have some fun reminds me of the Moose Jaw Saturday $2.00 bills)
- Majors Hill Park (thank you Laurie), and we watched a boat going through the manually operated locks, right downtown!
- the Parliament buildings are being renovated and all business is being done in other wings so we took a pass. We did tour them a few years ago when we passed through on our way to Nunavut.
- York Steps and the giant Ottawa letters with strangers taking pictures of strangers, so we took pictures of strangers taking pictures of strangers!
- lots of really old and beautiful stuff to see, and everything is so green! But it’s hot!
The Canadian War Museum - we spent hours in Gallery 4 - From the Cold War to Present, reliving a lot of memories of growing up with under the desk drills in school and lots of talk of bomb shelters. Most meaningful for me was the live film from Afghanistan; we could see what some of our soldiers saw - not all of course, but I have much more of an understanding than we had before we went in there. I’m so proud of my son 💕 and all those who chose to serve in the Canadian military - Thank you.
The Memorial Hall holds the headstone from the grave of Canada’s Unknown Soldier on a concrete wall in a minimalist, dimly lit space. On Remembrance Day, at exactly 11:00am, sunlight shines through a single window to frame perfectly the headstone.
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