It’s interesting how small and narrow my world was when I was a kid. Anything different than the world or the people I knew, gnawed at my brain. I did grow up on a farm near a small town, or several small towns so I suppose, I was pretty sheltered.
I was thinking just now about a teacher I recall from elementary school whose last name was Canada. Miss Canada. I remember thinking how strange to have that name as a surname.
What you grow up with is what you think is normal and I grew up with Hrycyks and Blazenkos, baby-sat for Kolbelkas and rode the bus with Yakylasheks yet there I was questioning a name so simple as Canada. I just didn’t understand HOW you would end up with a name that’s exactly the same as the name of our country.
I remember wondering if she was somebody famous or fancy, was the country named after her family? How could she be an ordinary person with a name like that?
It’s crazy what little brains think. I now know several people with the last name Canada and it’s no biggie. They blend right in with the Beavers, the Redheads and the Fudges.
Sometimes I wish Antichow was a little less distinct and a lot more…Canadian.
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