My parents split up when I was six years old, and each remarried. For years, I've looked for silver linings to that dark cloud of divorce, with only sporadic success. Recently I've thought quite a bit about one backhanded blessing I discovered early-on: my parents' breakup allowed me to have more than the standard-issue two sets of grandparents.
I have three Grandfathers who served Canada under the Red Ensign I fly on this site today. Each married a woman of unquestionable character and spirit, and while I speak now about my grandfathers, let there be no doubt of my respect and admiration for my grandmothers. I am very proud of all three men as patriarchs of their families, as contributing members of their communities, and as survivors of 'everyday' hardships I can barely comprehend. But today I focus on the pride I feel for each of them as Canadian patriots.
One is an immigrant, a man who raised himself from exceptionally humble beginnings on a strip of rock and sand in the Carribean to serve as an officer in the Royal Canadian Air Force. Marvin Darville
flew as an Air Navigator in Korea, on gruelling anti-submarine missions over the Atlantic during the tensest moments of the Cold War, and retired after three decades of military service to his adopted country.
One can trace his lineage in Canada back to 1818, and a hard-working farmer in Valcartier, QC. Arnold Brooks
saw first-hand the results of war when his brother Clarence came home in a wheelchair. He still signed up as a Navigator in WWII, and flew in Lancasters out of England. These sorties over occupied Europe were harrowing enough that to this day, he will not speak of them. Returning home after the war, my grandfather joined the Post Office, where he continued to represent Canada internationally.
One recently passed away, after eighty honest and successful years on this Earth. Robert Bergey
served in ambulances in the brutal Italian campaign of 1944. He returned home to earn an engineering degree, and remained deeply involved in his Peterborough community until his passing.
Wendy and Marvin, Joyce and Arnold, Marlyn and Bob - these are the ordinary Canadians I think of when I look at the Red Ensign. These are the everyday heroes whose work, whose sacrifice, whose legacy I honour by flying that old flag here. My grandparents, and millions of other Canadians like them.
Those who see some antipathy towards today's Canada in my respect for the Canada of days-past misread me. I love my country, and I wouldn't live anywhere else. I belt out the anthem at every opportunity, and my three year-old Boo already knows you always cheer for the team in Red and White ("Is Canada winning, Daddy?" "Yeah, little buddy, that's why Daddy's jumping up and down screaming at the TV."
). I've seen my country east to west, north to south; urban, rural, and wilderness. I've watched the salmon run in Goldstream Provincial Park in Victoria, BC, and hiked four days from Halifax to Greenwood, NS on a dare. I've served my country, briefly and certainly without the distinction of my grandfathers, in uniform, and saluted our flag with tears in my eyes. I've screamed myself hoarse at the annual incarnation of the oldest international hockey rivalry in the world: RMC vs. West Point. I've even sacrificed time, energy, and money in a political campaign in the firm belief we should all participate in the process of governing ourselves. I'm comfortable calling myself a Canadian patriot.
But that doesn't mean I'm satisfied with a snapshot of Canada as it is now any more than my grandparents would have been with a freeze-frame of the Canada they inherited. It doesn't mean this great nation can't become greater. And it certainly doesn't mean today's Canadians can afford to sit back on our laurels and announce arrogantly that we're somehow fated to enjoy the freedom and prosperity we had such a small historical part in creating.
I've struggled to explain to friends and family curious about my foray into the blogosphere what binds the disparate blogs of the Red Ensign Brigade together. The closest answer I can give is that we share strong feelings about the importance of Canada's past in charting our nation's future. We share a conviction that Canadian freedom and prosperity are not a birthright bestowed upon a lucky citizenry, but rather a reward for action consistent with longstanding Canadian values.
We've taken the Red Ensign flag as our symbol because we understand that while Canada has improved in many ways since the adoption of the new Maple Leaf, it has also disregarded some of what made it great in generations past. I'm not saying our country under the Ensign was perfect, or even close to it. The residential schools, the Japanese-Canadian internment camps, the schism over conscription - all occurred under our beloved Red Ensign as well. But that flag hearkens back to a time when Canada did
more than it talked
, both at home and abroad. Our 21st century Canada needs some of the old-time spirit in the national character as well. By all means, let's remember both the good and the bad of our history, the better to avoid its mistakes and build on its successes.
John McCrae wrote: "To you from failing hands we throw The torch, be yours to hold it high."
This generation of Canadians stands on the shoulders of generations such as my grandparents'. We have been thrown the Canadian torch - are we holding it as high as we can?
With that, I give you the eleventh edition of The Red Ensign Standard
'Tis the season, and Ith at Absinthe & Cookies sure knows it
. Best of luck with the Jimmy
Paul at All Agitprop, All the Time...
sees idiots downrange, and proceeds to ripple off some electronic full metal jacket. First to feel his words in their own personal X-ring are the Montreal public service union
, then the federal Liberals
, and finally the hapless rebels in Iraq
- be warned, the gunman actually takes the brunt of a little more than Paul's wit. Wait a minute...unions, Liberals, and lawless Islamofascists...if you've ever read Paul, you know that's not even sporting.
Don at All Things Canadian...
renews my faith in my fellow hosers by focusing on what's really important in the world: the hockey lockout
. Now if only we could put him in a room with Bettman and Goodenow and send in the team trainers to patch them up when he was done.
DirtCrashr at Anthroblogology
scatters shots about a Mexican vacation
, and thoughts about working in silence
How the hell do you sum up two weeks of John's work at Argghhh!
with a couple of lousy links? It's like trying to build a likeness of Marilyn Monroe with two popsicle sticks and a drinking straw - the tools aren't up to the task. The Armorer (notice I got the 'Mericun spelling right this time, John!) remembers veterans young
, celebrates his fourth-place finish
in the Military Blog category of the 2004 Weblog Awards with typical humility and class, and encourages us all to give to a great cause
. Oh, and there's some military pr0n too
Andrew at Bound By Gravity
takes note of a very special event
that received little of the fanfare it deserved, and a horrible state of affairs
that also seemed to skip across the public consciousness without penetrating. One of the fascinating things about BBG is Andrew's ability to reach across the Canadian political spectrum - but trying to forge a compromise on SSM
might have been a reach even for him. I'm also going to highlight this little post
partly because I'm a petty and vindictive man who bears grudges, but mostly because Andrew's dead right.
Huck at BumfOnline
takes a couple
at the SSM tempest, but I'm partial to his snarkier work from the past two weeks: pointing to the hypocrisy of the Canadian position on Libya
(and Iran, and China, and...), and the sheer stupidity of taking political advice
Dana at Canadian Comment
speculates on the violence of the left
, and points out an exceptional quote
. But leave it to
his counterpart Bob to talk about the super-duper important stuff: nudity in red-potato-land
. (Babbler's note: Idiot With A Keyboard that I am, I've always assumed Dana was a girl. Not so, says he himself in the comments to this thread. Correction made, with contrite apologies.)
remains on sabbatical.
Chris at ChrisCam
extols the benefits of using two whole cows to make a burger
- one of the main ones being it scares European-girlie-men. He then changes tack entirely, and posts a heartwarming personal story about a chance meeting in Arlington, VA
Rebecca at Doxology
does something I find very difficult - a long, courageous, intensely personal post about family and faith
. She says she's much more "down-home than political." I say go with what works for you, and that long post worked.
Darcey at DustMyBroom
confronts the prospect of a killer you can't keep locked up any more
, and provides Liberals with their next
money pit weapons-registration project
. On a serious note, luck and best wishes to Grama Connie
James at Hammer Into Anvil
gets passionate about investments
. Of course, as a guy who sells insurance for a living, I object heartily to his derogatory comment about my noble profession. James, I stick my tongue out at you. Mend your ways, lest you get the full raspberry treatment next time.
John at Hypothesis.ca
, like Huck
, is into guitars
. He's also itching to study law
. If he joins the Liberal party and starts writing books about punk bands, he's off the blogroll.
Glenda at Just Between Us Girls
seems to have temporarily flown the coop.
Keith at Minority of One
, still adjusting the blog schedule to accomodate full-time single-parenthood, draws lines between Liberals and organized crime
. Specifically, he draws two horizontal lines parallel with each other, like this =
. He also posts a picture of Frankenstein and a quote from a real monster
Jason at Musing
knots his own knickers over continued funding
long-gun registry. It's still a Librano government, Hayz. Didn't you know, that guns kill people
? It's still Christmas
, too, and so much the better. And since I can't figure out any clever segue, I'll just link to this heartening piece
Dr. Funk at Musings of a Canadian Slacker
remains true to his title with all of two posts
in two weeks
. Careful criticizing Wells, though, or he'll call you a stalker
brings us typically Eastern-exotic news of pirates
, Singapore home brew
, and challenges to Canadian sovereignty
. He also lets us know he's up for one of the 2004 Asia Blog Awards
. We sure are a
Nathan of Nathan's Updates from Seoul
fame holds forth on the special joys
of international pecuniary serendipity
. Remember, that which does not kill me...can probably be used - with a little imagination - to kill the bastards that sent it my way in the first place. Breathe deeply, Nathan.
Curt of North Western Winds
doesn't generally post stuff to which I would respond ROTFLMAO. Normally, he writes thoughtful
pieces that go right over my puny and inadequate little head. But Curt defies my expectations with this post-election joke
that had me - you guessed it - ROTFLMAO. (Although my wife tells me my A is still on.)
Alan at Occam's Carbuncle
says what I wish I could more often than my poor, fragile ego can take. Feeling completely inadequate, I refer you to his caustic wisdom. Freedom vs. peace
- read it. Official bilingualism vs. thinking adults
- read it. Post-election Dalton McWeasel vs. Pre-election Dalton McTrustme
- read it.
Nicholas (see, I listen, Nick - D'OH!) of Quotulatiousness
expresses my own dark thoughts on retirement planning
, and continues on gamely with his robust and full-bodied wine theme
(with just a hint of citrus). Still, the best reason to read this blog, as always, is the choice of quotes
Ray at Raging Kraut
wistful reminiscences of blogging from work
, and also says something about charity
that should be mandatory reading for anyone thinking of canvassing door-to-door.
Paul at Ravishing Light
provides us with his own unique perspective
on the "Feast of Secular Goodwill and Economy-Sustaining Consumption." And a merry one to you too. Speaking of which, I was made merry by the thought of El Presidente choking on one of his trademark flammable phallic symbols - what exactly might he be compensating for
? Finally, I suggest that any moniker that rhymes with "Israeli" will become a street name in Ottawa
shortly after Beelzebub is seen doing triple-axels on the Canal on Christmas Day.
is currently down for the count.
Jay Random at Shiny Happy Gulag
seems to be somewhere east of Siberia without web-access.
seems to be taking the same break his namesake and party leader did this summer after the election. Please don't disappear too long, Mr.
The original Taylor at Taylor & Company
waxes philosophical about ballet and fine spirits. I'm with you, Chris: to hell with all inauthentic swans
and government monopolies
Jay at The Freeway to Serfdom
has a mischievous idea on taxation
- unfortunately it would mean the end of the Canadian military. Still, there's the grovelling... And it wouldn't be The Freeway if we didn't have a post about libertarian traffic utopia
Thomas at The Green Baron
is preoccupied with leaving green
for other employment. He takes time out, however, to add his voice to the chorus of reasonable people on both sides of the longest undefended border in the world calling for an end to the current cow-madness
Kate at The Last Amazon
vents her ongoing disgust for the contemptible deserter
, tells us about why she joined the Fighting Fusileers
, and steps into Paul
's turf by going off on Quebec labour laws
The London Fog
isn't just a blog - it publishes long-lost comics
. Maybe I don't know these folks well enough to know if they're kidding about this
, and maybe I already know them too
well. Either way, it's the spookiest commentary on SSM I've read. On a more serious note
...wait a minute...those crazy kids!
extols the long-term health benefits of swallowing your medicine
, of not getting sick
, and of taking deep cleansing breaths
when confronted with breathtaking stupidity. Prescription filled.
The Urban Possum at The Phantom Observer
gives his opinions on SSM
and Peter Jackson
...but not in the same post. Thank the Lord (of the Rings) for small blessings.
Ben at The Tiger in Winter
is probably best known in the blogosphere for his ability to apply an unquestioned intellect to difficult issues
. I'd like to dig
a little deeper
, and show you
the true nature
of the man
Between lighting each candle on a menorah
, Tipper at Tipperography
blogs about school standards
and the electorate
. She also puts forth some really heady stuff here
, and simplifies to the point where I begin to understand it here
. It's somewhat disquieting to know Curt
has a female doppleganger somewhere in Indiana.
Kevin at Trudeaupia
addresses the delicate issue of the delicacy of the issue
of racism and immigration, he commemorates the lowering of the Red Ensign
, and he tries his hand at travel writing
. I'm not kidding when I tell you I've had heart surgery that was less stressful.
During a brief respite from having his body fall completely to pieces
on him (chicken soup and cod liver oil, my boy - that's
the ticket), Temujin at West Coast Chaos
draws our attention to a good landing
(that's aviator code for one you can walk away from
), and pokes fun at big, full, perfect...profits
By the way, is Alan at Gen-X at 40
in the Brigade any more, or has he tired of us right-of-centre knuckle-dragging crazies? He still has the fish-ensign up, but he's not on the roll. Ah, well, go visit him for a beer
Finally, on behalf of the Brigade, I'd like to dedicate this edition of The Red Ensign Standard
to Nicholas Packwood