You don’t always get what you want…
So, we are wandering around the town of Honfleurs, a
beautiful and intact (it was not bombed in WWII) town on the Normandy
coast. I look up at a city building in
the port area and notice that this is the spot from which Champlain sailed in
the late 1600’s. Who knew? To make a long story short, my dad’s aunt put
together an extensive family history in the 1960’s and one of the great(time’s
about 5 or more) grandfathers came to Canada with Champlain. He was supposed to be working as a translator
– but I am unclear how that would work.
Nonetheless, the revelation is interesting because of the
connection to Normandy – this on my paternal side. The name Normandy comes from “men of the
north” meaning specifically the Danes – my mom’s side. Our tour guide is quite taken with this idea that all my roads (so to speak) lead to Normandy.
No wonder this place feels like home, it was genetically
speaking one of my native places.
