Long before the Canadian government adopted their “policy”, multi-culturalism was woven into the very fabric of my family’s life. In spite of my dad fighting in the Royal Air Force during World War II, or perhaps because of it, my parents embraced friends from across Europe, India and Asia irregardless of differences in culture or station. As civilian air travel improved and became more accessible, I’m told it was a great time to meet and experience people from around the world. A parade of nations passed through Edinburgh where my parents lived during those early years of their marriage.
Their attitudes didn’t change when they emmigrated from Scotland and settled in small town Ontario. That’s when I arrived on the scene. Continue reading
