What do folks from other countries immediately assume when they hear the word 鈥淐anadian鈥�? Perhaps they imagine an interesting combination of bacon, maple syrup, moose, poutine, beaver and striped Hudson鈥檚 Bay jackets. Or maybe they think of people who are fanatical about hockey, or are overly polite and apologize a lot. You鈥檝e gotta admit there are worse things to be associated with than maple syrup and bacon, and good manners are always better than rudeness and defiance.
In my experience, Canadians are well-received in Europe, although some Europeans have unusual ideas of us and our country. For example, when I was nineteen I took my first trip to England. During that time I met relatives we had only before seen in pictures.
Over tea, my English family expressed surprise that I wasn鈥檛 wearing 鈥渢raditional Canadian gear.鈥� As it turned out, a popular television commercial for candy bars was playing in England then, which depicted a group of burly Canadian lumberjacks busily chopping down trees in a British Columbia forest. These men sported raccoon hats, checked red and black mackinaws and each wielded an enormous axe. After long hours felling trees in the thick coniferous forest, these fellows paused to ceremoniously draw forth a bar of Yorkie chocolate and consume it with rapt enjoyment. My family felt sure this must be a true depiction of life in Canada.
Many years later, these same relatives flew into southern Alberta and joined a bus tour through the Rockies. After peering hopefully out the windows of a cab on the way to their hotel, they expressed acute disappointment. Where were the longhorn cattle? The 鈥渓ittle dogies鈥�? The howling coyotes? The cowboys on horseback, wearing Stetsons pulled low over their eyes as they 鈥渞ode the range鈥�? (The 鈥渞ange鈥� otherwise known as the Calgary Trail.)
In Switzerland once, a train conductor, after determining where we were from, asked if I might know a friend of his who had moved to Canada in the 1980s. He offered the man鈥檚 name, fully expecting there was a good chance I鈥檇 have made this persons acquaintance. The guy lived somewhere in Toronto. Sheesh.
Then there was the boyfriend of a childhood chum. She鈥檇 met this young man while she lived and worked in California for a time. He鈥檇 accompanied her back home to Saskatchewan for Christmas and was shocked to find we Canadians didn鈥檛 live in 鈥渋gloos.鈥� On his first trip into Lloydminster I distinctly recall his astonishment over this fact and his further surprise over our amenities.
鈥淵ou have taxis here?鈥� he asked, rubbing at frost on the window to get a better view as one rolled past. 鈥淭his is unbelievable. I thought you rode horses and tied them to a hitching post outside the general store when you went shopping.鈥�
鈥淵eah,鈥� I responded dryly, 鈥渁mazing isn鈥檛 it. Say, here鈥檚 a thought 鈥� if you guys would like to come over for whale blubber tomorrow I could pick you up in my dogsled and introduce you to my polar bear Ralph.鈥�
鈥淭hat鈥檇 be great,鈥� he said unhesitatingly. 鈥淒oes he live in the house with you?鈥�
Yup. People have some strange ideas about us Canadians.
Helen has lived on the family farm near Marshall much of her life. She works as a writer, EA and bus driver for her local school. This, along with her love of the Canadian prairies, travel and all things humorous, is what she draws from to write these tales. To find more of Helen鈥檚 stories or to order Prairie Wool books please go to or 听
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