Memories and History
Memories and history are so closely linked that sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference between them. Our photos make for wondrous ways to keep those stories in our memories. A few weeks ago we were out to Vancouver Island for yet another trip to visit family. Of course, we did some touring around among the big trees, up and down the mountain roads and into as many unique places as we could visit.
We had never climbed the Malahat Skywalk and it was time. Our two adult children had arranged this trip for us and we drove up the Malahat highway with anticipation. Here is one of the photos I took. We walked round and round, up and up but no one was too anxious to take the slide down which is pictured here. Instead those of us who don’t mind heights went all the way to the top. It was wonderful. Birds flew nearby, kids ran by us, and the view just got better and better.
Here I am with my guy where we stopped to have a sip of water and rest on the benches dotted around the property.
The whole wooded property had amazing wood sculptures like this owl here. I am always pleased to see the results of creative people’s work and in this case the wooden animals. Visiting the Malahat Skywalk was so exciting and the sculptures just added to the thrill.
At the top of the Skywalk we found this stunning bird sculpture. Wow! I thought of John Denver’s song The Eagle and the Hawk. That takes us to the terrific John Denver retrospective produced at Huron Country Playhouse (Country Roads: The Songs of John Denver) and which we got to see a few days ago.
All five performers were top notch and my heart was full. I liked that Alex Baerg did not try to look or sound like Denver but rather told the story from a first person point of view and sang John’s songs with heart and hope. The script was full of thoughts and stories of Denver so that the audience really got to learn exactly who that amazing person was. The day I heard that he crashed his small plane in the ocean was a sad day for me and the world. This retrospective brought the man back to life in that intimate way. I wanted to sing all the songs!
Here is another wooden sculpture with Ron posing in front.
Another day back in Ontario we walked on a wooded trail not too far from our home. The woods were full of old growth trees, a rare sight these days because even though we have lots of crown lands and farmers’ woodlots along all of our roads and lakes, I have noticed the forests have only younger trees left behind. The big fat ones like this one have been logged out for the most part. Luckily the logging companies don’t take everything but leave the younger trees to mature. From a distance we see lovely forests still.
On a tour west of London, Ontario we took the Longwoods Road, named for the Battle of the Longwoods from the War of 1812. This is the plaque with the history preserved on it. Notice that this battle predates the formation of Canada in 1867 so that a number of places are in the Ohio Valley where Tecumseh spent his formative years.
Tecumseh was killed in the battle between the natives and British against the invading American forces moving from present day Windsor up into present day Ontario. The British general refused to continue the battle and broke off. That left the native peoples exposed as all of their encampments and lands were being overrun by the Americans. Tecumseh fought on with his native troops but he was killed and the battle was lost. Here are the battle marker and Tecumseh’s grave marker still along the road today.
Here is a description of the Battle of Moraviantown (Battle of the Thames) which is easier to read than my images.
I love that we Canadians and Americans continue to do such a good job of preserving our history even though it can be rather disheartening to read about the land battles and those on the lakes and in the harbours. Years ago my husband was given a copy of Between Friends/Entre Amis, a souvenir book emphasizing the longest undefended border in the world–between Canada and the United States. These days we might do well to remember that history which the two countries share.