I was at Expo 67 but I don't remember it. I'd only been born in January, after all.
Yup, I'm a Centennial baby. Hoping I'll be around long enough to see our bicentennial.
Maybe we'll be in a place that will allow us to do something as aspirational again. That's what I'm hoping for. That we look out again and welcome the world in.
I was fifteen at the time... What a marvelous experience for a child/teenager...
In those days, for us Francophones, after 1962 "révolution tranquille", we experienced something unbelievable: the Francophones who had lived "unconnected to the world", since 1759, we were fully embracing this "fresh air" through this great event: opening our eyes and welcoming people from all over the world...
Now I do share your conclusion: ... that the modern world's deepest sin is not cruelty but the loss of wonder.
In those days, Quebec and Canada were booming with ideas/projects and, as the motto from Star Trek, we wanted to go "where no man had gone before"... Large infrastructures, Katimavik project intended for the youth, traveling in exotic countries,...
And that astonishment has lost ground since, nowadays, we're mainly dreaming of the next... pay check!
I was at Expo 67 but I don't remember it. I'd only been born in January, after all.
Yup, I'm a Centennial baby. Hoping I'll be around long enough to see our bicentennial.
Maybe we'll be in a place that will allow us to do something as aspirational again. That's what I'm hoping for. That we look out again and welcome the world in.
Wouldn't that be nice?
Happy Canada (Dominion) Day!
What a great story!
It was beautiful
Thanks for sharing and invoking my own circle memories from summer camp when I was 9.
Circle
by Harry Chapin
© 1971 The Harry Chapin Foundation (ASCAP)
All my life’s a circle, sunrise and sundown
The moon rolls through the nighttime
Till the daybreak comes around
And all my life’s a circle, but I can’t tell you why
Seasons spinning ‘round again
The years keep rolling by.
Well, it seems like I’ve been here before
And I can’t remember when
But I’ve got this funny feeling
That we’ll all get together again.
Now no straight lines make up my life
All these roads have bends.
There’s no clear cut beginnings
And so far no dead ends.
All my life’s a circle, sunrise and sundown
The moon rolls through the nighttime
Till the daybreak comes around
And all my life’s a circle, but I can’t tell you why
Seasons spinning ‘round again
The years keep rolling by.
I found you a thousand times
I guess you done the same
Then we lose each other
It’s just like a children’s game
But as I found you here again
The thought runs through my mind
Our love is like a circle
Let’s go ‘round one more time.
All my life’s a circle, sunrise and sundown
The moon rolls through the nighttime
Till the daybreak comes around
And all my life’s a circle, but I can’t tell you why
Seasons spinning ‘round again
The years keep rolling by.
I was fifteen at the time... What a marvelous experience for a child/teenager...
In those days, for us Francophones, after 1962 "révolution tranquille", we experienced something unbelievable: the Francophones who had lived "unconnected to the world", since 1759, we were fully embracing this "fresh air" through this great event: opening our eyes and welcoming people from all over the world...
Now I do share your conclusion: ... that the modern world's deepest sin is not cruelty but the loss of wonder.
In those days, Quebec and Canada were booming with ideas/projects and, as the motto from Star Trek, we wanted to go "where no man had gone before"... Large infrastructures, Katimavik project intended for the youth, traveling in exotic countries,...
And that astonishment has lost ground since, nowadays, we're mainly dreaming of the next... pay check!