In Memory of a Great-Uncle I never knew

In Memory of a Great-Uncle I never knew

In the last few weeks I’ve had a big idea. It started with a few events that ended with a National Geographic Travel magazine and an airport.

I decided it would be worth my while to discover and explore the countries where each of my four grandparent’s ancestors came from.

Ya I’ve heard a few stories here and there but I don’t really know. I know generalities and that’s kind of insufficient for my curiosity.

As part of this history lesson and travel expedition, besides needing cash for expenses, I need Visa’s and permission of entry in order to work.

Upon closer investigation I’ve found out that the UK is grossly discriminatory on which sex can pass along citizenship, leaving me only with the choice of a 5-year ancestry work Visa and Switzerland just has one rule of if you leave us, you and your pretty little offspring are not welcome back to live or work :). I will be leaving Switzerland for last after Britain, Scotland and Ireland.

I am not sure what I expect to get out of all this except stories, some random travelling partners and visitors from home ๐Ÿ™‚ and who knows, perhaps I’ll end up wandering the woods in India indefinitely (I am pretty sure there is no Indian blood in me but hey, maybe a million years ago, I’m open to it LOL)!

For now I am busy trying to convince the UK that I’d be a model citizen and employee ๐Ÿ™‚


Now for what I really wanted to put on my blog and specifically today. While digging around I found out that today in 1944 my great-uncle gave his life in France. There is more to the story, like the night my granddad and one of his other brothers decided to visit his grave site and they almost didn’t make it home.

The sacrifice of my great-uncle’s life is intriguing to me in that 68 years ago today this event changed his family’s life. His family that is my family today. It may seem insignificant 68 years after the fact and a great-uncle but I know it impacted my granddad who can hardly talk about his experience. I can only imagine what the butterfly effect really was like. I’ll likely never know, however to a brother lost who I know was never forgotten.

A Great Canadian Pastime

A Great Canadian Pastime

Yesterday was a gorgeous day in Toronto. The wind was sleeping, the sun was shining and there wasnโ€™t a cloud to be seen in the sky.

A friend wanted to try skating and it was the perfect day to embark on such an escapade. I dug my skates out of storage, dusted off the cob webs, removed the hockey socks, acting as skate guards, only to find the blades were somewhat rusting. My skates have been neglected for quite a few years and while looking over their condition, I admit, I started to reconsider helping out my friend โ€“ have I forgotten how to skate myself!

After visiting the skate shop for a must needed sharpening, we were ready for our adventure.

The day started out late and we arrived at the Harbour Front just after 2pm; got ourselves all laced up and headed out to the rink. It was packed with skaters with varying levels of skill. I have never taught someone to skate, so the instructions were perhaps inadequate but definitely simple; knees bent, butt out and if you feel like falling, leaning backwards will guarantee a fall!

We made it around the rink a dozen times, it was slow motion but the exciting part is, itโ€™s possible to learn this awesome Canadian Pastime no matter our age! I would be stretching the truth if I said my friend is now ready to join the Olympic hockey team, but I can say there was less falling and a lot more gliding and they are well on their way to enjoying this Great Canadian Pastime.

I am sure dreams are now crowded with learning the art of ice tag, ice dancing and ofcourse hockey stick in hand, handling a puck and going in for that goal!