If you don't know, the Canadian citizenship test
is a test that immigrants must pass in order to receive their Canadian
citizenship. Testing them on Canadian rights, responsibilities and history. A test most Canadians would probably fail, including myself. Now I don’t know what's in this test but I do know that
they’re missing a big section; the Canadian Experience. Because if you ask me, everything you need
to know about being Canadian can be learned from my boyfriend Tyler's family.
Take my trip to Saskatchewan
this Thanksgiving. We stayed at Tyler’s grandma’s house in a rural town an hour outside of Regina, population 1,035.
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Mary's House |
She has no Internet connection
and her house sits beside a field that goes on forever. We eat meals that are sourced from her garden, the butcher or the one grocery shop in town- if they don’t carry it, we don’t eat it. There
is one chinese restaurant, one bar and one gas station. I love the simplicity, its refreshing coming from a city full of useless choices.
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The lawn that goes on forever |
Mary’s yard is far too much
for an 84 year old woman to handle so we took care of some of the yard work
while we were there. I climbed a ladder to clean out the eaves troughs.
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Me and Tyler |
I helped to chop down a tree
with an axe, I pruned pine trees with an electric trimmer, and mowed a lawn the
size of a small city block. I found out that hand sanitizer is the best thing
to get tree sap out of clothing ( a good little tip for the memory bank). It was
hard labour but so worth it, especially when we were rewarded with ice cold beers after all the work was done.
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From Left - Jimi (Tyler's sis), Bev (Tyler's Uncle), Tyler himself & Ernie (Tyler's Dad) |
We also spent some time at Tyler’s
Uncle and Aunt’s farm. Tyler’s Uncle Bev drove us through the acres of property that he tends to, while we kept our
eyes peeled for wildlife. Saskatchewan
is truly a dream landscape to me, just frame after frame of wide-open spaces.
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Sunset on the farm |
Bev was disappointed when we
came home only having seen deer, some foxes and an owl. We, on the other hand, were giddy tourists bragging about everything we saw, comparing blurred photos on our iPhones.
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Hunting Camp |
On a second example of true
Canadiana. I spent a week this summer up
at a hunting camp with Tyler’s Mom, Stepdad, sister and best bud. We dropped
our vehicles off on a dirt road and took turns riding quads in to the camp. We had to pull a trailer full of all the
necessities for our stay, since it was a 2 hour trip along a dirt trail, up and
down rocky hills to the middle of nowhere. I’d never driven a
quad before, it had a manual transmission and no power steering. After my first
ride, covered in mud- I felt like my arms were going to fall off- it’s a
serious workout to drive one of those things.
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The View |
We arrived at the camp, a
picturesque scene of tranquility. I took a deep breath and looked out over the hill at Beaver
pond below, surrounded by trees. I wish I could explain in words what it felt like to
be there, so tranquil and off the grid.
From camp we would drive the quads to the lake with our fishing gear in tow. We waded through waist deep water searching for the best spot to fish while looking out for snapping turtles.
We
cooked tacos for lunch on an open fire before heading back to the camp. In the
afternoons, we would relax on couches, reading or doing crosswords.
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Sure shot
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Some days we pulled out the
guns, not to shoot animals ( I couldn't do that), but to practice our aim - hitting clay pigeons and balloon targets we’d placed in the trees.
I'd never fired a gun like that before, as it turns out I’m a pretty
good shot.
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Here little froggy |
It’s
a special feeling to leave urban life behind and get back to nature. With
our abundant forests, network of lakes and lush farmland, we’re so lucky to
live here. That’s what they need to teach new Canadians. That's why I'm
proposing they add the Canadian Experience to their Citizenship test. Make
newcomers take a trip out to the woods, visit a farm or stay in a small rural
town, to experience the uniqueness this Country has to offer.
Because until you drink beers while laying out across a parked quad, inspect fresh animal tracks in the woods, or walk across a field of freshly cut wheat, then you have not experienced the country that makes me so darn proud to be Canadian.