Someone spoke to the traveller today of how any story of Hillsdale has to include a chapter on how the developers got rich.
The traveller grew up in a house purchased for $17,000, built by Reeson, one of _____ Regina builders, on a lot developed by McCallum & Hill on land sold by R.A.Kramer, who bought it from ______, who bought it from ______, and so on back to _______, whose claim for the land was dated _____, from the Canadian government, which invented its title on the land in _______, wiping out land rights of the _____ ______, who claimed the land was part of the earth, was earth. (He'll fill in these blanks later.)
However, says the traveller, we already know who gets rich and what dynamics of power explain where we are. All we have to do is read the street signs: here's Newlands and Anderson, a lieutenant-governor and a premier.
Instead, as if snagged by a tremor of years, the traveller sees himself defined by light and summer green, by whatever he remembers, by what comes to him right now. And the rest of it.
Sunday, 12 July 2009
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