Friday 27 July 2012

An Ode To Simon-One-Feather

Many a time, we have been present when somebody has asked our mother where her children have inherited their wanderlust from. With an exaggerated eye roll and a dramatic, extended sigh, she often replies: "Have you met their father?"

The most important adventure of our lives took place some twenty years before we were even born. In the early sixties, our dad, a young punk equipped with an education degree and not much else, did something considered completely radical for his time. He up and left his close-knit but poor community in Cape Breton Island and headed for the Canadian North, where he spent several years working, living, and playing on First Nation territory. It has been through his epic story-telling that has both intrigued and influenced us to continously seek travel experiences and cross-cultural exchanges of our own.

As youngsters, along with our older siblings, we were frequently lined up on the chesterfield where we were forced to watch our father's slide shows and were given a lesson in geography. When you grow up hearing about dog sledding across the Northern Frontier, having grizzly bears interrupt your picnic lunches, chasing bear cubs up a tree for photo ops, teaching alpine skiing with a future olympic champion, drinking sherry brandy by the fire on cold nights to keep warm, and rolling in the snow in minus 30 degree weather before proceeding to jump into natural hot springs, you come to expect nothing less than to someday be experiencing life's most extraordinary moments yourself.

So while our mother Annie-Pants lies awake at night, wondering where she went wrong with her globe-trotting children, we continue to be inspired by Simon-One-Feather. Long before the discovery channel and self-help books, he has taught and shown us by example to not be afraid to take the road less travelled.

(Simon- One- Feather at 60 below in the Yukon (Wayyyy back in the day))

( July 2012:  A 70- year old Simon in Europe when most "dependers" his age are buying walkers and checking into nursing homes.)

5 comments:

  1. Theresa, this is BRILLIANT! A great write! A great read!

    -Angela

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  2. An extended sigh? Are you sure you are thinking of Annie pants? haha

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  3. Geez I had kind of forgotten those 'sit on the couch, watch Yukon slides' sessions. I think you captured our need to explore eloquently. And my secretary says I can write, this is fabulous! One thing I would have added is the exciting 'kid in the candy store look' he gets when traveling. Saw it in Disney and Europe. Both times, I was wishing I had a leash!

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  4. You should have been around when he was "trying out" his airport outfits! LOL-- Theresa

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  5. You forgot to mention his 'sleeping in gravel pit' stories. He had airport outfits? Not sure about those but he was some excited by that MEC travel pack one of you got him.

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