for centretown’s nikki moreau, the object itself — a montreal canadiens mason-jar drinking glass — is almost beside the point. the glass is a totem to her father, who died two years ago. but it’s also a reminder of the relationships that canadians have with and through hockey.
a lifelong habs fan, nikki’s father spent hockey seasons playfully sparring with his bruins-loving wife, both of them yelling at the tv set when the two teams played one another. “i never watched hockey, but hockey was always on on our tv,” recalled nikki. “it even went so far that my mother had a bruins lamp on her bedside table, and my father had a habs clock on his.”
trieu nguyen shows off his most canadian object — his canadian citizenship card.
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later, in the centrepointe neighbourhood, i came across trieu nguyen as he pulled weeds from his interlocking brick driveway.
“i have a canada hat and a canada shirt,” he said when i asked about his most canuck possession.
when i asked if there was something more meaningful, he went inside and came out a minute later with his canadian citizenship card.
he arrived from vietnam in 1980 as one of the “boat people.” at the time, he said, he had two options to flee the communists: france or canada. an uncle of his, who lived in montreal, recommended canada, noting that canada spent huge sums of money planting flowers. if the country cared that much about flowers, nguyen figured, it must also care about people.
he only expected to stay a short time before returning to vietnam. that was more than 45 years ago. “i’m really proud,” he said. “i built a foundation here for my children, for my grandchildren.
“i know i made the right choice.”
as i drove back home, i realized it wasn’t the objects that mattered that much. the most canadian thing these people owned wasn’t really a top hat, or a firefighter’s helmet, a habs drinking glass, a government document or part of a tree trunk.