One of the trails near the park leads right into the National Historical Park next door - about a block away. And, that’s where we walked today. It’s an old fort that the Canadians built to protect settlers from Native attacks. Sound familiar? Yes, the Canadians also found the Natives fighting to keep their land just like we in America. But, without weapons and without numbers, they were as destined to lose as the American Natives.
We arrived just in time for a guided tour, led by a young man in uniform. He whipped us through people, places and dates using this map as if he had lived in those times. Of course, we didn’t know if he was giving us facts or fiction since none of us knew the history. He could have been making it all up for all we knew. No, he was the real deal. He knew the history and could answer all our questions.
Faded red ribbons around the correspondence - that’s where we get the phrase ‘red’ tape. Funny, we had one of the envelope holders in our house, too. I kept my parents love letters there and especially the one where my dad proposed to my mom.
One day long ago, Gary’s parents showed us the letters his father sent to his mother when he was in the Navy in Hawaii during the war. They were on the very thin onion-skin paper and some had words blacked out (censored.) He was quite an artist and had drawn lots of pictures on the envelope and that is why they were showing them to us. Gary’s mother died in 2001 and, when his father died, we scoured the house trying to find those envelopes: every cabinet, every closet, every shoe box. We never found them and so those love letters are lost to the world. They would have been great to have.