Happy Canada Day! Half of my life was spent in Canada, from rural Quebec to Edmonton, Alta. I have to say, though, that in my youth the 24th of June was bigger than the 1st of July, 'cause if you are born in Quebec two, not one, national birthdays compete with each other within a week span. As a little boy, we use to collect all the logs and firewood we could find on the 23rd and generate a huge bonfire on the shore of the St. Lawrence. From a distance, in the dark, we saw a multitude of these fires burning. Twas Saint-John's Eve! An ancient ritual, filled with profane significance, celebrating the full blossoming of summer. Songs were sung, stories told, and popularity contests were being played out. Young girls would look at you with interested eyes and you could stay up as long as you could!
Nah, Saint-John's Eve was the national day, not "Canada Day"!