Having lived just north of Detroit during the 70's & 80's, it was convenient to cross the border into Canada. My parents took us there often because it was a destination my father was well acquainted. His parents would visit and vacation at Point Pelee, Ontario, Canada during the 1940's. Known as being the southernmost tip of the Canadian mainland, it became a place where we would play in the waters and walk along the pointed sandbar.
Not having formal seat-belt laws in Michigan until 1980, we drove through Canada strapped in our seat-belts like animals (we thought). Whenever we'd return safely to the US we ecstatically removed our seat-belts to live in reckless American style.
Dad always drove through Canada when traveling from Detroit to New England and back again. I especially hated the safe seat-belt laws because it meant I had to sit still for hours. Mid-point in the Detroit-Windsor tunnel we would gleefully remove our seat-belts and begin wiggling all over the van. It's really a miracle any of us actually survived childhood.
As teens in the 1980's, we crossed into Canada to partake in their coming of age laws and eat Hawaiian Pizza; a pizza with cool new toppings like Canadian Bacon, and pineapple.
(not originally from Hawaii)
Of course, after 9/11, that all changed. The borders of our mutual countries tightened security for the safety of their citizens. But the love between Detroit and Windsor could never part. The Detroit Marathon still maps between our two countries. It now charts runners over the Ambassador Bridge and back through the Detroit Windsor Tunnel.
My sister, Edy, is an eloquent storyteller. She often writes stories or shares histories about living in a border state. She remembers the Canadian PBS channel broadcasting Sesame Street in French, I remember the hockey games Dad was always streaming via our high-powered TV antenna.
So today, I fondly remember Canada Day as a precursor to our coming Independence Celebration in three days. Oh, Canada, may we always be close friends and always allies.
Reckless Resale has a budding relationship with Canada. Our featured product, Love my Hips jeans & jeggings, are supplied by Nygard International, a clothing design company based in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. We fell in love with the product after meeting their reps at our first trade show. A great product, from good people, is always a joy to represent.
Shop our fabulous luxe denim jeans here!
But it soon will be our day to celebrate the founding of the United States. We'll be hanging around the boutique if anyone wants to stop by!
Gwen Bielicki - vintage style addict, aging gracelessly
Alternative apparel rescued and restyled for reckless women of all sizes.
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