Another 50
While I prepare to celebrate my 50th birthday, another, similar but more-important milestone has just been reached.
Fifty years ago, this month, my country's flag was born. The red-and-white, maple-leafed symbol, recognized the world over, was first hoisted on Parliament Hill on February 15, 1965. It's a good thing it wasn't raised a day earlier: with its colours, someone may have thought it was a Valentine's Day joke.
I love its simplicity of colours, of its singular, distinctive symbol.
I welcome it to middle age. If only I should look as good.
Every day, atop the Peace Tower on Parliament Hill, a new flag is hoisted. The old flag, only a day old, is passed on to a person who has requested it. If you want one, you can add your name to a list, but you had better do it when you're young: while I would never see mine, my children should get theirs, around retirement age.
The current wait time for that flag is about 49 years.
Happy Birthday, Canadian Flag!
Fifty years ago, this month, my country's flag was born. The red-and-white, maple-leafed symbol, recognized the world over, was first hoisted on Parliament Hill on February 15, 1965. It's a good thing it wasn't raised a day earlier: with its colours, someone may have thought it was a Valentine's Day joke.
I love its simplicity of colours, of its singular, distinctive symbol.
I welcome it to middle age. If only I should look as good.
Every day, atop the Peace Tower on Parliament Hill, a new flag is hoisted. The old flag, only a day old, is passed on to a person who has requested it. If you want one, you can add your name to a list, but you had better do it when you're young: while I would never see mine, my children should get theirs, around retirement age.
The current wait time for that flag is about 49 years.
Happy Birthday, Canadian Flag!
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