tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17859678.post3206453674116773501..comments2023-10-14T05:50:19.314-04:00Comments on Making Sense with Nicholls: Changing TurkeyGerry Nichollshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10496716615185797501noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17859678.post-62900860178004646732010-06-22T00:10:10.305-04:002010-06-22T00:10:10.305-04:00I am thinking that I might want to write something...I am thinking that I might want to write something in a similar vein about the Canada I knew soon. My childhood life was idyllic. We learned about fear and our limits by testing them in the living world, sometimes where it was not so safe (clay cliffs on the river come to mind). Human rights did not exist explicitly on paper, but respect for one's elders and rules did, as well as politeness and courtesy to others. We did not need diversity rights to show us that it was fun to play with the new Hungarian girl in the neighbourhood and to exchange dolls, and my Jewish friends and I had fun going to each other's churches.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com