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I was born and raised in the Parry Sound–Muskoka area, on the shores of Georgian Bay.

At the risk of annoying some geographical purists, I like to blend the two regions together as one. The roots (or branches?) of the Orangeman, Anglophone family tree stretched from Parry Sound back to Muskoka and Lake of Bays.

In my novel, the setting is in Seguin Sound which began as a logging town in the 1800s.

Short blonde woman standing on a bridge in front of building mural

The author as a middle-aged mother on a bridge over the Seguin River

Our Father was born and raised in the Lake of Bays area. He spent a few years working in the logging camps before he enlisted during the Second World War. While waiting for the shipping out orders in Quebec City, he was distracted by a petit French girl who worked in the munitions factory. After that romantic encounter at the outdoor skating rink, the rest was history.

Dad liked telling jokes and stories, especially when on a glow from IPA beer or rum and coke. Some we heard over and over, with me rolling my eyes or in red-faced embarrassment if he dared to share them in front of friends who may be visiting our humble home.

We learned many stories and sayings from our Father, either as commentary on someone’s lifestyle choices or colourful exclamations after hitting his thumb with the hammer. He may have picked up some of these from his childhood, the logging camp or during basic training.

Today’s Muskokaism offering is “Give the cat another canary”.

Can you guess what it means? I will post the explanation in the comments section within the next few weeks.

Thanks for dropping by.