Author: Heidi Staseson

“Save Us, Kevin Bacon”

As a tween and pre-teen in the 80s, my friends and I probably saw the flick Footloose five times in the theatre, in Ottawa, where we lived.

We became diehards. We could relate somewhat to the mean town council people who laid down bogus rules of behaviour for the fictional town-folk of Bomont, GA.

While our junior high years weren’t nearly as bad as the experiences of Ren McCormack and Ariel – we still were subject to various punitive ideals belonging to the girls’ school we went to for five years.

Hence my pride for being able to contribute to this People magazine story from my home in Calgary.

Calgary Celebrates 50 Years of Canada Flag Creation

Story From the Calgary Herald, Feb. 15 While Canadians proudly pay homage to their national flag this Sunday, Davinder (Davi) Singh will help his team serve duck confit poutine for lunch guests at the Laurier Lounge in downtown Calgary. It’s a fete befitting the late-George Stanley, a man widely regarded as a founding father of the Canadian flag, who also happened to grow up in this turn-of-the-century, wine-coloured clapboard house—now a French restaurant at the corner of 11th Ave. and 7th St. SW. Blackwell says Stanley’s flag vision was influenced by that of the Royal Military College where he taught in Kingston, Ont. His wife Laurie adds the 1928 Olympics also played a role. Stanley’s rich history as a Calgary resident and Rhodes Scholar-turned-seminal-national-flag-designer of the red and white maple leaf emblem may fly under the radar as a hidden Cowtown gem. But such roots, says Cynthia Klaasen, president of the Calgary Heritage Initiative, make for a fun fact Calgarians should celebrate. “It’s a lot of fun that the designer of the Canadian flag actually …

Vintage Fridge: Sometimes hoarding the old beats trading up.

In 1958 my grandfather built a clapboard cornflower blue cottage in Kannata Valley, Saskatchewan. It’s since passed down through three generations. Parts of its charm are the many retro trappings that still exist in all their 56-year-old Value Village-esque glory. From the sea-foam green plastic curtains, to a red manual can opener fastened to the cedar plank kitchen wall, to a tank of a white Frigidaire refrigerator that sits like a beast beside the cabin door. (I’m told it’s one of the oldest models in the country.) A chug-chug-hum-and-sputter one that still works and which faithfully, each summer, cools our family’s cans of pop, pilsner and popsicles. But truth be told, it’s a darn good thing we only use it in the summertime (for nostalgic purposes paying homage to our “Papa” who put it there eons earlier). Refrigerators are one of the highest energy suckers you can keep at home. Can you imagine the cost to your wallet to store such a behemoth, let alone operate it on a daily basis? Glad we still get …