A flag by another name is just so much more!

Several months ago I visited Peggy’s Cove, and someone had the coolest thing ever attached to their antenna. One of those handy dandy see it for miles and never lose your car in the parking lot again flags. Not just your average flag, that means, but something spectacular. Currently, I have one of the regular flags; a Canadian Maple Leaf that has blown in the wind from Edmonton to Halifax. That trip was 3700 kms as the crow flies, but 4885 kilometers (3036 miles) by the highways, to which I have added an additional 5000 kms since arriving here. My flag is starting to look a little tired, and it’s not in me to allow it to fade any further nor start to fray. That is disrespectful to the flag.

We attached a Canadian flag to our antennas so that as my sister and I sped across the country we could keep an eye on each other as we drove. I could keep an eye on her when I started to speed and she dropped back in traffic to force me to slow down. If someone cut between us, it was easy to spot where each of us were in traffic. This came in REALLY handy, especially when we were going through Montreal in torrents of rain during rush hour.

So, since we had arrived here and I had the flag on my antenna already, I started to use it quite frequently. Instead of having to remember exactly where I parked, I only had to remember more or less where I parked because the flag does all the work. I only had to remember that I parked in a general area, and hone in on my little flag. Then there was that day Peggy’s Cove, and someone had this great huge colourful flower on their antenna. A few months later when I returned to Peggy’s Cove, there was the flower again. Colourful. Bright. Securely attached to someone’s car (presumable they worked at the Cove). I stored the picture in my mind and started to keep my eyes open for one, willing it to manifest.

Today it poked it’s bright pink daisy head out at me. There she was, the daisy of my vision in a store at the airport, in the kids’ toy store (I got one for my sister too, so that we can both look like a couple of clowns together driving around). It was her idea to go into the store, and to get the flags in the first place, so I thought it might be a great nod to her.

I will have to remember to remove the daisy when I am doing any spy work, but otherwise I shall enjoy it immensely.

I’ll add a picture of it to the blog as soon as I recharge the battery for my camera.


George Maciver said...

Not much use over here in the Highlands of Scotland as my car is sometimes the only one in the car park! 8P

Lynda said...

I love them! They are going to be the cutest things around town! I may not be in the market for a new car to go with it but at least it will help make my little zoom zoom look cute!

Pam said...

Ah George you may be solo in the car park today, but once the word gets out about how quiet and peaceful things are over there it could change. At least that seems to be the way it works over here. One day you are somewhere nice and quiet and walking down a sunny dirt road, and the next day there is a gas station, then a mall.
Lynda I cannot wait to get them on so we chase each other down the highway with our flower faces streaming in the wind!

Anonymous said...

Hello Pam;
Such a difference in our cultures right down to the flag. LOL
I believe the more our flag is faded torn and tattered it will represent the scares we receive from striving to keep our freedom. Freedom! Another subject which is measured by others in such different aspects. America may contain many freedoms of speech but I have learned Europe actually lives in freedom. never the less we choose to wave our weathered flags through preference. In this land to parade it on our cars is making quite a different statement other then a marker. It may infringe on the freedom of others...LOL
So we silently search in dismal parking lots for a familiar sign to guide us to our chariots..LOL
On the other hand a lovely flower may not last long since anything with in reach of our public may be confiscated and possessed.
Gotta luv the USA!
Peace, Bill Pascali

Pam, also known as Maggie Bendar. said...

Ah Bill you are right! The difference that just being a few miles apart makes can be quite something. Then again freedom is such a state of mind...:p

Anonymous said...

It's amazing to see how many different feelings a few square inches of cloth will inspire. A couple of years ago, my husband bought himself a little zoom zoom toy with lots of get up and go. The first thing he did was get a Canadian Flag for his attenna. I scoffed at him at first. And even though that he is on his third replacement (I guess many others like our flag too) I can't describe the thrill I get when we are driving through the Rockies with our flag flying. When we stop at a sight marker, people come up and say hi. We have had many good conversations with both locals and visitors to Canada. I wonder what kind of conversation the daisy flag will inspire