I’m leaving for Toronto this weekend. The last time I journeyed north across the border was with my family when I was maybe 16 or 17. Needless to say, all expenses were paid for.
Now that I’m a quasi-adult, I had to contact my bank and ask them to order some of those colorful monies I always hear so much about. Well, I biked my way over to my local bank (suburban bicycling is not as awesome as city bicycling) because the day was too beautiful to waste gas on.
I’ve never had the privilege of seeing Canadian currency up close and personal. Let me just tell you, I was not disappointed. Each bill was shiny and tinted a different color–I was immensely pleased and amused.
Their money is hilarious. It’s awesome.
The stereotypes about Canadians liking their hockey? I think it’s just a fact. They have hockey players printed on their five dollar bills. Along with, get this, a poem–about hockey!
On closer inspection, I realized nearly all their money has a poem printed nearly illegibly–it’s so small–in both English and French.
Let me share:
$5 (CAD): “The winters of my childhood were
long, long seasons. We lived in
three places — the school, the church
and the skating-rink — but our real life
was on the skating-rink.” — Roch Carrier
$10 (CAD): “In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below” — John McCrae 1872-1918
$20 (CAD): “Could we ever know
each other in the slightest
without the arts?” — Gabrielle Roy (1909-1983)
Not a joke.
The $50 (CAD) doesn’t have any poem though. And I’m wondering if it’s because only rich people really carry around fifty dollar bills in their wallets. The rest of us peasant folk only have the luxury of a $20 at most. And maybe that’s why they have poems–to force culture on our savage minds. Ah, us simple folk.
It’s a good tactic, Canada. I like it. (This probably isn’t the real reason why there are poems on the bills, but it’s as good a guess as any I think–I did no research on this. This is all from my simple brain).
Cheers! Or . . . Au revoir!