It's Bran-Furd, not Brant-Ford.
There are streets calles Strawberry Lane, Sandy Row and Winter Way.
10 minutes from the farther point to the other further point.
Cockshutt Park is where you go to watch fireworks, eat cotton candy and get bittern by mosquitoes. At any other time of year you can't say the name wtihout giggling.
The Bell Homestead is a rite of passage for every single person living within the city - whether you're a new immigrant, moved from a bigger city, a smaller city, or are in grade 3. This is a necessity. You also must churn butter, bake shortbread and clean laundry old skoole.
Every street, no matter what, will either curve or at some part, become a hill.
You do believe that you will be the next Wayne Gretzky...along with your parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, neighbours, minor league hockey coach, the zamboni driver, etc.
Speaking of zambonis, I know the first woman to ever drive a zamboni in Brantford's Civic Centre. (Hey Linda!!!)
The most degrees of separation anyone has from anyone else is always 2.
We grew up with an awareness that hockey isn't Canada's national sport. This is.
Angels Diner is considered right up there with Montana's and Kelsey's as a "fine dining establishments". *shudder*
The Moose is not a moose.
There has never been a line up at the movie theatre, except when Shrek 2 came out.
A bush party really does mean just the bush. But it is imperative to know which bush. Otherwise, you could end up wandering alone in the dark for hours. I still just mean the bush.
Too many things were given Aboriginal themes - Mohawk Park, Eagle Place, the Grandwoodlands, etc. They became so normal that it was weird when you realized where the names came from.
5th Street stops. Then starts again. 3 blocks over.
My neighbourhood was a gold mine for kids to make a killing when: 1) collecting Halloween candy, 2) shovelling driveways in winter, 3) setting up lemonade stands. Why? We were surrounded by the elderly and the retired!!! There wasn't a kid to be seen for blocks!
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Awesome Post!
Go Brantford
I wish I lived on Strawberry Lane.
I knew Canada's national sport wasn't hockey. Does that make me a Bran-Furd-ian?
You forgot one....there aren't any cows! I still get sad when I think about it. *sigh*
No cows?!?
I thought that's where all Cows come from!
Cute post :D
Strawberry Lane sounds adorable!
I distinctly remember you calling it "BranT-Ford" a number of times.
Either I imagined it in my head (in order to make sense of what city you were talking about - "that's still in Ontario, right?") or you said it that way on purpose for my benefit, the way I say "To-ron-To" instead of "To-ron-o" to people here.
But good post! Now you and the other 500 people that live there can have a good laugh over it.
(Don't even think of giving me some quip about Brampton - I'm not from Brampton. I couldn't divorce my parents so had to move there with them)
Strawberry Lane is the CUTEST.NAME.EVER!
There's an Owl's Foot drive near my house. I bet it's awesome too. All the houses on Strawberry Lane are pink aren't they?
My brief encounter with Brantford was lovely. I would like to go to the dike as your mom suggested. Take me.
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