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RCMP Musical Ride

RCMP Musical Ride

If a nation is shaped by its history, its symbols and traditions reflect its current values and beliefs.

Last Thursday, we witnessed one of the most iconic of Canadian symbols, the RCMP Musical Ride in Napanee. It was a wonderful performance that made me proud to be Canadian.

It was a glorious summer night. The smoke from wildfires raging in the far north had miraculously cleared earlier in the day, giving full view to the warm sun setting gently to the west.

We secured our seats in the packed grandstands, then I wandered over to watch the performers warm up in a grassy open area behind the horse barns. The 16 riders, dressed in blue t-shirts and pants practiced their drills riding in formation in circle eights, transitioning from a walk, to a canter to a gallop.

You could tell the crowd who had gathered behind the barns to watch were in awe of the horses. They are magnificent black Hanoverian horses bred specifically for their dark colour, calm temperament and athletic ability from a special breeding farm in Pakenham, Ontario.

The troop entered the fairgrounds in a formation of 16 carrying lances and wearing the red full dress uniform complete with the famous Mountie hat. All of the riders are police officers with the RCMP and I was surprised to learn that many had never ridden a horse before joining the Musical Ride team.

The performance was about 45-minutes long and we watched in awe as the riders made the horses go through their paces, performing intricate drills and manoeuvres to music. As the 16 riders and horses circled the ring, clouds of dust filled the air, creating a beautiful effect and making for great photos, as if they were emerging from fog or mist. (One of the officers later told me this was the dustiest performance they ever had!)

Several times, some of the horses reared. The announcer explained that half of the horses were new to the ride, making the performance more “spicy”.

There is always a meet and greet after the ride where the officers approach the fences so members of the audience can pet the horses and talk to the riders. I learned the horses undergo three years of training before they even make it to the Ride and then perform with the troop for about ten years.

I met Gendarme (pictured below), a handsome, 17-year old veteran of the Ride with sweet eyes and the softest fur who will retire in a few years. He’ll become a “schoolmaster”, helping train future riders and performing ceremonial duties. I asked the officer riding him who was more tired after the performance, and he said definitely Gendarme.

RCMP officer on horse Gendarme

Steel was equally handsome, but had some knee pads around his forehocks for protection. I asked the officer if the horses knew their name, and he said yes, the horses will often respond when the riders speak to them by name.

The RCMP Musical Ride is a Canadian tradition that raises thousands of dollars for local charities. The history of the ride dates back to 1873, when the RCMP was founded and the force relied on skilled riders on horses to police the vast territory of the Prairies. To break the monotony of endless riding drills, members of the Force commonly competed amongst themselves and performed tricks on horseback. In 1886, the RCMP established a riding school in Regina and the following year, the first public performances were held.

This year, the Ride is touring in the provinces of Ontario and British Columbia—it goes to different provinces every year so every Canadian gets a chance to experience its tradition. You can see their full 2026 tour schedule here.

This week’s #HappyAct is to take in a Canadian tradition and catch a performance of the RCMP Musical Ride in a community near you.

Did you know? The RCMP hosts an annual “name the foal” contest in the spring when a new horse is born into the musical ride family? Children under the age of 14 and school classes are invited to submit names for new foals born.

RCMP Musical Ride
Horses in ring during RCMP Musical Ride
Horses and riders performing in RCMP Musical Ride
Petting a horse after the RCMP musical ride
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Whistle a tune

Some days I feel like Snow White, sweeping and swirling the dust and dander away in my tiny rustic cottage tucked in the woods as the chipmunks, squirrels and birds flit and fly around me, waiting for my three dwarves, Dopey, Grumpy, and Sleepy to come home (guess who is which).

I usually listen to music when I clean the house–Great Big Sea is my go-to playlist, but the other day my sleeping beauty Grace was still asleep, so I had to work quietly.

I found myself whistling while I worked.

It’s almost impossible to feel sad when you whistle. As the song Whistle While You Work from Snow White goes, “When hearts are high, the time will fly, so whistle while you work”.

Grumpy Dave is a master whistler. He could whistle The Flight of the Bumblebee or Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony while drinking water and dancing a jig.

I, on the other hand, am a terrible whistler. I can never decide whether I should suck or blow (tsk, tsk, people, keep it clean) and when sound does manage to escape my mouth, it is breathy, pitchy and comes in spurts like water spewing from a fountain.

Whistling is a great way to pass the time, especially when you’re working. Of course, if you work in an open office environment, you may want to refrain and save your rhapsodic warbling for home, unless you want to invite heavy office supplies being hurled at you.

This week’s #HappyAct is to whistle while you work, or whistle any old tune.

Editor’s note: The song “Whistle While You Work” was written by Frank Churchill and Larry Morey for the 1937 Disney animated film, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. It became emblematic as a song of hope for people during the Great Depression. Watch the full clip above to experience the Disney magic and bring a smile to your face. And if you were keeping track, Grace is Sleepy, Dave is Grumpy, which by the process of elimination makes Clare Dopey.

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May the power of love overcome the love of power

I first saw these inspiring words a few months ago on my favourite local church sign.

Imagine my surprise this week, when these words became immortalized in digital time when Russian rooftoppers Angela Nikolau and Ivan Kuznetsoz (also known as Ivan Beerkus) illegally climbed the Empire State building spire in New York, proclaimed their love for one another and got engaged, then waved a banner for all the world to see that said, “When the power of love beats the love of power, the world knows peace.” They filmed the entire stunt and then were arrested.

Never mind they erred on the exact wording of the famous quote, attributed to both Jimi Hendrix and former British Prime Minister William Gladstone who said, “We look forward to the time when the Power of Love will replace the Love of Power. Then will our world know the blessings of peace.”

Never mind some news reports that claim the couple is already married. Cynics may say it was just a publicity stunt for the couple’s 2024 Netflix documentary, Skywalkers: A Love Story.

It was glorious to see.

When asked why they did it, Ivan simply said he wanted a special place to propose. The pair have not issued any political message yet around the stunt. But if our reckless roof loving friends wanted the most epic proposal of all time, the banner would have merely said, “Would you marry me?”

Whatever their motivations, the message proclaimed loudly from the spire of the Empire State building was one of the most inspirational things I’ve seen this year and a beautiful reminder that if we choose love over power, the world will be a happier place.

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If walls could talk

Empire Life Head Office complex in Kingston Ontario

Last week, Empire Life invited its retirees to pay our respects and say farewell to our former Head Office complex on King Street in downtown Kingston. Later this year, the company will begin a new chapter in its 100+ year history when it moves to new office space on Hyperion Court.

For almost three decades, I called these buildings home. By my count, I spent more than 50,000 hours there. I wasn’t going to miss my chance to say goodbye.

As we went on a guided tour of the buildings, memories flooded back of potlucks and bake sales, Christmas parties and team celebrations, friendships forged and the work that was our daily grind.

I looked around the room at the faces of the people who had been so much a part of my life during that time. You develop a closeness, a banter when you work with people you see and like every day.

There was John, the manager of our mailroom who whenever you asked him how he was doing would give you the same answer, “Great” with a look that resembled something between a grin, a groan and a grimace on his face.

There was Ann, our one and only web administrator for many years (now an entire department), who always had a fix for whatever mistake you made.

There was my friend Randy, who started out on our IT Help Desk and was the first person I met at Empire. He became a programmer thanks to the company’s commitment to helping people develop and grow. He’s now taken on a brand new role as Grandpa.

There were Mark and Tim, the cool musicians in the Empire House Band who played rockin’ tunes at our annual summer celebration party in the back parking lot (you can still find them playing in local bands Three’s Company and The Retro Kings).

There was Carol and Roxann, two of the hardest workers you would ever meet, the backbone of the company who always flew under the radar but who were dedicated beyond belief.

As we toured the deserted executive area, we saw our President Mark Sylvia quietly working away at his desk. My friend Sylvia and I popped our heads in his office and teased him, saying he should sell the building since it was so empty and asked if he had been playing any euchre lately (Mark always played in our employee euchre tournaments).

After the formal remarks, we looked at pictures of the buildings over the years, past celebrations and events. My favourite events were the senior management challenges where we made our senior leaders do crazy things for charity like ride tricycles, get soaked in dunk tanks, and even dress in drag.

I moved desks at least thirteen times within those walls as my job changed and as the company grew. My last two years I worked from home.

If those walls could talk, I know what they would say. “It’s been a slice. Thanks for the memories.”

Girls dressed up as cowgirls

One of my favourite memories was our summer celebrations, an annual barbecue with live music and games in the back parking lot. Here, Caroline Keyes, Trish MacInnis, me and Heather Priestley, dress up as cowgirls for the western-themed celebration.

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Today’s travel hack: catch a ferry

Ferry approaching the beach at Deer Island NB

Whenever I travel, I like to take a ferry. Ferries are a great way to see a city or area from the water. They can break up a long drive, or give you some downtime after a long day on foot. Best of all they are usually very cheap or even free and you often meet some interesting people on board.

Last week, when I was in Halifax, I took the ferry from Halifax to Dartmouth for $3. It was interesting to see the preparations for Sail GP, one of the largest sailing events in the world and all the naval ships in the harbour. My friends who live there were telling me they’ve seen increased activity since Canada has committed to spending more on our national defence.

On the ferry ride home, I met two of the crew members from the British crew competing in Sail GP. Their home base was on the Dartmouth side, but they were staying in Halifax. They are currently in second place in the circuit, hoping to bump the Aussies out of first place. I asked them what their life was like. The racing season starts in January and goes until November. They travel to 13 different countries, staying a little over two weeks in each spot, all expenses paid. Their favourite courses to race are Sydney, Australia, New York and Halifax and their least favourite was Dubai. What a life!  

In February, Dave and I took the ferry from the one side of the Bosphorous in Istanbul to our home base in Taksim for about $2.50 each. The ferry system in Istanbul is extensive and we had great views of the Maiden’s Tower, an ancient watchtower and all the boat traffic from fishing boats to tour boats, high end power boats and commercial vessels in the busy harbour.

Here are some of my favourite ferries I’ve taken in the past few years on my travels:

  • The ferry from Armadale to Mallaig in the Isle of Skye in the highlands in Scotland. Last summer, my best friend Leslie and I saw dolphins right off the boat.
  • The cable ferries in Cape Breton in Englishtown and Little Narrows. Cable ferries are a throwback to earlier days when ferries were manually propelled with a crank or by pulling on a cable. There are about 65 still operating in Canada.
  • If you’re visiting Kingston this summer, be sure to hop on the free Wolfe Islander to see Kingston by the water. Stop at Spicer’s Dockside Grill or the Hotel Wolfe Island for a drink or something to eat on their waterfront patios.
  • The two ferry trip from L’etete, New Brunswick (between Saint John and St. Andrews by the Sea) to Deer Island and Campobello Island. The second ferry is privately owned and is a riot because you literally drive onto a beach to get onto the ferry.

More travel hacks and tips:

  • The Canadian government has dropped the fares by half for ferries to Newfoundland this summer.
  • If you’re travelling down east and need a break from all the driving, take the ferry from Digby, NS to Saint John, NB.
  • Longer distance ferries book up fast so book well in advance and pay attention to the time you need to be there (most are 1 hour in advance, the Newfoundland ferries are 2 hours). If you arrive late, you may miss your spot. This happened to us a few years ago catching the ferry from Vancouver to the Sunshine Coast in BC.
  • Today is the last day for Sail GP in Halifax. You can catch all the action on the Sail GP YouTube channel.

Happy sailing!

Photos: Above: ferry landing on the beach on Deer Island, NB. Below: Ferry traffic on the Bosphorous in Istanbul and view of Galata Tower in Taksim district. Navy ship in Halifax harbour.

Ferries in Istanbul harbour
View of Galata Tower in Taksim district from the Bosphorous
Navy ship and a barge in Halifax harbour
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How do you want to be remembered?

Toronto Sun newspaper article from 1984 on the life of Fran Gillies by Claire Hoy

I saw an ad the other day that asked the question, how do you want to be remembered? (It was for a funeral planning service).

It made me stop for a moment and think. My answer may surprise you, but I don’t want to be remembered for anything.

When my mother passed away in 1984, one of my Dad’s journalist colleagues at The Toronto Sun, Claire Hoy wrote a column about her and her battle with cancer. Claire wrote of my parents, “They had a dog and lived on a quiet, suburban street, enjoying a quiet, peaceful ordinary life. They’re not people who ever made the newspapers. You wouldn’t see their names in the social columns. They won’t be in Who’s Who. No, John and Fran were just, well, common folks…But I’ve never seen a headliner with more guts than Fran Gillies. I’ve never seen a public star with more desire to be a good mother, a good wife, a good person.”

When my Dad died, The Globe and Mail published an article about him as part of their obit series on notable Torontonians who have passed away. My Dad would have laughed at being called notable, but since he worked as a photographer for The Globe and Mail and helped organize the royal tours when the British royal family came to Canada in the 1970s, I guess they thought his passing was worthy of notice.

I’m pretty sure when my toes turn facing up, there won’t be any newspaper article about me. Probably by the time it happens, there won’t be any newspapers left for that matter. I’m perfectly fine with that.

I’ve never felt an urgent need or compulsion to leave a legacy on this planet. If a few dogs remember me, that would make me happy. Hopefully my kids.

I’ve come to terms with the fact I was destined to live a small life. I like my small life. I love my small group of friends and my family, although sadly my family is dwindling each year, unless my daughters decide to have kids one day.

I like my small daily rituals and activities. Morning coffees. Afternoon swims. Playing badminton on Monday mornings. Walks with Bentley.

Atlantic magazine recently published an article called, “To Get Happier, Make Yourself Smaller”. Author and researcher Arthur Brooks said the path to enlightment is through contemplating one’s insignificance. People tend to believe they need to become bigger to be happy, but when we become smaller we achieve peace and perspective.

I was reminded of this a few months ago when I attended the Celebration of Life for our dear friend Bruno Albano. There were no newspaper articles, medals or accolades, just an outpouring of love in the room for an incredible human being.

I asked my 92-year old friend Pamela who I drive to writing class each week how she wanted to be remembered. She said, “As a pain in the ass and for all the crazy things I’ve done over the years.” I thought it was the perfect answer.

How do you want to be remembered? Share your answer in the comments. And if you are like me, and your answer is you don’t, know that there is peace, happiness and meaning in leading a small life.

Globe and Mail article on the life of John Gillies with a picture of him meeting the Queen of England
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If I were Oprah Winfrey–my speech to the graduating class of 2026

Trent University Environmental Sciences graduates with their professor

Friday was a special day. I attended the convocation ceremony at Trent University in Peterborough for my daughter Grace who graduated with a BHSC in Environmental Resource Science.

It was a lovely ceremony and like every parent who sat in that gymnasium, we were so very, very proud of our daughter.

It made me think of a blog post I wrote five years ago when both my girls were graduating (elementary school and high school) during the height of COVID.

So much has changed in the past five years. The world is a scarier place. And in some ways, our children seem less equipped to solve its problems.

It made me wonder, what would be my message to this year’s graduating class if I was a big celebrity like Oprah Winfrey? I think my speech would go something like this.

Don’t be afraid
of who you are and who you aren’t
or not knowing who you will become
nobody has it figured out
even the people who look like they have it all figured out
(especially the people who look like they have it all figured out)
be happy with who you are today

Don’t be afraid
to laugh or cry
protest or mourn
to shout wantonly from the rooftops
or dance wildly in the streets
never stand idly on the sidelines
when you can be exulting in the moment

Don’t be afraid
to put away your phone
and look directly in someone’s eyes
to connect on a deeper level
and seek love, trust, compassion
it is, after all, the essence of being human
and the future of humanity

Don’t be afraid
to take chances and risks
to accept or ignore people’s advice
only you know what’s best for you
everyone else is just a spectator in your life
cheering you on from the stands
forge your own path in life

Don’t be afraid
of that niggling voice in your head
planting seeds of doubt
convince that voice
you are capable, prepared
and even if you fail, you will be okay
climb that peak

Don’t be afraid
to talk to your parents from time to time
we’ve watched you grow and falter
succeed and stumble
and reach heights we never imagined
you may not need us any more
but we need you

Don’t be afraid
of the world and its problems
in all its vastness and complexity
love and hatred
beauty and darkness
there is still good in this world
you may just need to work a little harder to find it

Don’t be afraid.

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If I were Oprah Winfrey: my commencement speech to the graduating class of 2020—The Next Act

Two new Trent grads standing in front of an alumni sign in their gowns
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Rodeo kings

It was my first rodeo, and it was a buckin’ good time.

On Saturday night, we went to the Lansdowne Rodeo. I’ve never been to a rodeo and I thought it might be a shticky, gimmicky event like WWE wrestling, but I was wrong. It was a ropin, stompin, buckin’ hell of a ride and good time right out of the gate.

We arrived at the Lansdowne Agricultural grounds and parked in a big field. Spectators were already tailgating as the moon and stars started to rise in the sky above the water tower. We staked out our seats in the grandstand, then checked out the food trucks, and vendors while sipping on ice cold beers. I liked being able to pet the heifers and the sheep in the pens.

At 7 pm sharp, the action started with the bull riders. These were no tame bulls. These were massive 1,800 pound bulls who kicked their hind legs, flailing and thrashing the minute they left the pen. They can actually leap up to four feet in the air and have been known to vault over a fence. A few of the competitors were able to stay on past 8 seconds for the highest scores. One guy got hurt when the bull stepped on his leg.

One thing I’ve learned: bull riding is the craziest, most dangerous sport I’ve ever witnessed. Why anyone on God’s earth would willingly get up on a buckin’ bull is beyond me, but man, it was exciting.

Next was steer wrestling where riders wrestle a calf to the ground and breakaway roping where female riders rope a calf. It was incredible to see the athleticism of the competitors riding at breakneck speed while whirling the rope around their head, waiting for the perfect moment to lasso the cow. A third event, tie-down roping involves the rider roping the calf, then dismounting and tying three of its legs together as quickly as possible.

If you really want to appreciate the speed and skill of the riders, then barrel racing is your event. A rider on a horse bursts out of the pen and rides hellbent around three barrels strategically placed in the ring. The speed of the riders as they streaked across the ring was incredible.

They even had an event for kids six and under, mutton busting. Picture a five-year old wearing a helmet clinging onto the back of a sheep for dear life. I muttered under my breath, what parent would allow their child to try to do this, then laughed when the little boy two seats down from us took top prize for staying on the longest.

Between events, the music was pumping and Gildo the rodeo clown entertained the crowd.

At the end of the night, we hit the after party and danced to our favourite country songs in the big historic barn.

The Black Creek Rodeo Company is a family run business based in Edwards Ontario. You can find a list of their upcoming rodeos in Ontario on their website, including a special Broncs and Tonks Rodeo and Concert in Ottawa at the end of August featuring Dean Brody and the Reklaws. Or you can listen to their La Grange Rodeomax podcast to hear the history of rodeo in Ontario, their bucking bull breeding program and the skinny on all the events.

This week’s #HappyAct is to break out your chaps and cowboy hats and get yourself to a rodeo this summer.

Lansdowne Fairgrounds
Cowboy hats
Sheep in a pen
Cattle in a pen
Cowboys at the Lansdowne Fair
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Live in the imaginary world

Poster that says, "Reality is overrated"

At my last writer’s class, my friend Dallis shared a wonderful story recalling the imaginary worlds she lived in as a child.

She wrote, “With my thoughts and dreams alone, I can obtain anything I want.” The final line in the piece she shared as she looked back on her childhood years was, “My internal flight to freedom continues to enrich my life and within its comforting landscape, the child I was lives on.”

Her piece engendered a very interesting discussion about the imaginary worlds we create and live in as children and adults.

Some of the greatest thinkers, inventors and artists in the history of time lived in imaginary worlds.

Picasso said, “Everything you can imagine is real”. Albert Einstein believed, “Logic will get you from A to Z; imagination will get you everywhere.”

Any fiction writer will tell you their brains spend a good chunk of their waking and yes, sometimes even sleeping existence, living in an imaginary world.

Imagination is an important tool for adults. It can help you come up with creative ideas and solutions to problems, see things in a new perspective, motivate you and it keeps life interesting. It can also build resilience and help you be happy.

And yet, we are taught to suppress our imaginary worlds as we age. As my friend Mo said in the discussion afterwards, living a life in reality is super imposed on us. We all have an inner life and these imaginary worlds enrich our lives.

Someone said they read somewhere that if you imagine yourself lying on a beach, it is just as good as lying on a beach.

I’m not 100% sold on this theory. It’s nice to picture yourself lying on a beach, but it will never replace the feeling of the warm sun on your body, the sound of the crashing waves and the sights of dolphins breaching the water in the distance. Still, it is a welcome escape from reality.

Reality is highly overrated. This week’s #HappyAct is to embrace your inner world and let your imagination roam free.

Read more: Have an active fantasy life

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Make a to do list and not to do list

Funny to do list

Who doesn’t love a to do list?

The chance to madly scribble every pernickety thought and reminder crowding your addled mind onto a postcard-sized slip of paper or sticky note, freeing you from the cursed feeling you’ve forgotten something or need to write something down before you forget it.

Here are some of the reasons why the modest to do list may just be your best friend.

They’re portable. You can put them on the fridge, tuck them into your pocket or purse, post them in your daytimer or on your desk.

They work for everything. Work tasks. Groceries. Chores. Gifts. Series you want to watch. You can create a list for just about anything. I know someone who has created a list of every book they have ever read so they know not to buy a book from their same favourite author twice.

They give you a sense of purpose. Those black and white scribbles aren’t just a list. They’re a purpose, a guide, a beacon and a goal.

You get an immediate and immense sense of satisfaction when you cross an item off the list.

They help keep you sane. A list helps you remember the small stuff, which are often the most important things in life.

To do lists are for everyone. I’ve known co-workers whose entire cubicles were filled with sticky notes. My Dad used to keep track of all his bill payments with lists and notes pasted onto his bedroom mirror. Even my kids who are now in their 20s are diehard to do listers, making lists each day of what they want or need to accomplish that day.

I’m particularly fond of the proverbial honey do list. My honey is so sweet he doesn’t need a list, but if I do leave a list of things for him to do when I’m away, he always gets them done.

Sure, you can use your phone or some fancy work program to create your to do list. But you don’t get the same feeling of sweet satisfaction when you cross items off your list.

This week’s #HappyAct is to make a to do list. When you’re done, do one better and make a “not to do” list. Things you promise yourself you won’t do this week. Here’s a few on mine: waste time on my phone, spend time indoors when the weather is beautiful, procrastinate on my writing tasks. Signing off now, the morning fog is burning off and the sun is starting to shine. One item crossed off my not to do list at least.