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Today’s word is going to be CULTURE.


You will find examples of how to use this word scattered throughout the story below. Let’s begin:

I’m posting this one day late so forgive me, as I was super busy yesterday volunteering for Culture Day downtown.

For most of the day I stood between the second and third floor of the ARTS Project telling people about the history of the building and introducing them to some of the resident artists. I also had the chance to watch a life drawing class teach the visitors how to sketch a volunteer that sat on a chair from 1-4pm.

It was an amazing day being part of the local art culture. I was able to see some of our resident arts work on their projects and got to speak to one of the artists throughout the day when no one was visiting the third floor. I found out that she and I liked the same type of tea. 🙂

I’ve been asked some people I work with why I love volunteering at the ARTS Project and I would have to say it’s the feeling of connectedness that you don’t get elsewhere. You have people that are super passionate about the arts mixing with people who know nothing about it. The building is remembered by the locals for being a shoe store back in the day and so when people come in to see the arts on display they always have a story to share about when they were kids and they were brought to Rowland Hill to get shoes. There’s a mix of old and young that are drawn in from the community, an inspiring atmosphere put on display through theatre groups or artists, or even just a friendly face that’s willing to answer any question you may have about the place.

Old wallpaper from the early 1900’s on the third floor.

Culture Day showed me more reasons to love where I volunteer than deter me. I was able to learn more about the building’s history, the people that make it work, and patrons that were wanting to learn more about the city they live in. It even gave me a chance to be creative through photography – taking pictures of the old wallpaper from the Hawthorn’s Hotel & Restaurant that the building was back in the early 1900’s. On the third floor there are still imprints of where the walls to the guest rooms used to be, darkening the brick or plaster.

I may have just moved to London not even a year ago but already I’ve learned so much more about this community than I ever did about any other community I lived in. I’ve explored small museums and walking trails. I’ve walked through pioneer cemeteries and most of the downtown area, reading all the historical signs posted around. Being part of the culture of London has become important to me as I want to be able to share its history and why I’ve fallen in love with this Forest City in such a short period of time.

Let me know what cultural activities you’ve done lately? Are there any interesting places where you live that people would consider part of your town or city’s local culture? Leave your comment below and until next time stay safe, be creative and as always toodles!


Today I Went Exploring

The sun was shining and the air was nippy, which in my mind made it a perfect day for exploring. I had pretty much explored the area around my house and new each street with my eyes closed, so I decided to take the bus downtown to see what I could find in the larger part of the city.

It was around 8 AM when I arrived in the city centre. People bustled about to the numerous coffee stops lining Dundas Street to get their morning drinks before heading to work. The streets were packed with cars and bus, while crowds of children going to the international school hurried down the sidewalks hoping they would make it on time for class.

I wasn’t in a rush. I took my time, breathing in the cool morning air while feeling the new sun shine down between the towering glass business buildings that were scattered about the downtown air. I admired the stone architecture on the older buildings and listened to the loud beeping of a construction truck backing up down the road.

Stopping off at a Starbucks, I treat myself to a venti Chai latte and sat close to the wall on a high stool near one of the windows. I browsed my phone, commented on the Book of Faces, and people watched for a good hour. Once finished with my latte I headed out again, this time across the street to meet with my employment councillor to see if she heard of any new jobs I could apply for. To my luck she had one and I wrote down the information before leaving to explore the city further.

My plan was to see what activities I could do in the city to waste the afternoon. The museum wasn’t open when I arrived at its front doors, so instead I went across the street to a park. There was a old wooden bench that looked over the Thames River. A family with young children were feeding Canadian geese and ducks. A part of me wanted to tell them that feeding birds bread wasn’t good for them… but it was too late by the time that thought jumped into my head. The children had thrown their last piece of bread and the geese had completed their territorial death battle for the remains. It quieted down soon after allowing me a moment of peace.

When I headed back to the main road I walked IMG_20160609_104123passed a quaint little house, which to my surprised turned out to be a museum. The First Hussar’s Museum to be exact. This small building with five rooms was filled to the brim with history regarding the Hussar’s victories during WWI, WWII, and current conflicts. I got to learn a lot about Canada’s history and was amazed to hear about the impact our brave soldiers have made throughout the years. I was then told by the young, knowledgeable volunteer that ‘Holy Roller’, the Hussar’s first Sherman Tank, could be found in Victoria Park just a fifteen minute walk down the road.

I was set on my mission to find this tank and see it for myself because… let’s be honest here… tanks are awesome feats of mechanical engineering. So, with pamphlet in hand and a new mission on my mind I headed back to where I got off the bus to go to Victoria Park.

Unfortunately when I arrived it was clear to me that I wouldn’t have the chance to see the tank that afternoon after all, since London Life was having their BBQ in the park and I’m crowd shy. There also must have been over 1000 people in that park and they all were blocking me from getting to the tank. So, the Holy Roller adventure will have to wait another day.

My next adventure is to explore the London Archaeology Museum and see what lovely local history they can inform of about.

Until next time – toodles! :3

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