The fabric of society. The nation aspires towards a cultural mosaic, something like a patchwork quilt, whereas Americans have aimed for the melting pot. Canadians are essentially practical, and have figured out that the bat-brained idea of a melting pot would simply never work in a country where 50% of the land never completely thaws at all. A quilt is a much more pragmatic idea: it's cold outside. On a clear day you can see forever. Having so much land has a great effect on the character, customs, and culture of the nation. Take, for example, the prairies. The plains of Canada stretch out endlessly. The flattest spot in the world can be found here, with nary a tree to obstruct the view, which leaves the prairie observer with a remarkably huge view of thing. In Saskatchewan it is said that you can watch your dog running away for three days. Honesty is the best policy. In the settling of the Canadian prairies, the early pioneers had -one to rely on but themselves and their near neighbors. Honesty and integrity were important, t to mention things like a good reputation and a virtuous character. It's an attitude that persists to this day. In areas with sparse population, one cant underestimate the power of public opinion (and the potential damage of the rumor mill). Peer pressure promotes public propriety. Politicians are expected to live up to their promises (and are regularly voted out when they regularly don't). The bear truth. Canadians are down-to-earth, even earthy, people, and there are fewer extremes of class in Canadian society than in many others. Arrogance is curtailed by a lack of things about which to brag, although in your presence a Canadian might have caught a larger fish or climbed a higher mountain than you have, and killed a more ferocious grizzly bear (with his bare hands, naturally).
Born in Alberta to two pastors, Vaughn Roste has spent most of his life in the Canadian Bible Belt. In spite of this, he has somehow succeeded in becoming a normal flawed human being. A career, nearly a decade long, of living in a tent every summer and planting trees has acquainted him all-too-well with the most obscure corners of Canada's wilderness and wild life, but it enabled him to pay for three degrees (one in theology and two in music) and to explore his own and other nations. His travels, often on government or church sponsored programmes, have have taken him through the United States and Europe and on to Togo, Israel, Colombia, and El Salvador - all the while proudly sporting his maple leaf badge. He claims that his current post as teacher of music at a college in the state of Georgia is part of a continuing patriotic plan to leave the country whenever the opportunity arises. Ostensibly to promote awareness of Canada throughout the world, in fact he does so in order to avoid shovelling the walk. Peter W. Wilson was born in the Ottawa area and blossomed over time into the quintessential Canadian always fighting for the underdog. Having substantially advanced Canadian unity by convincing as many as would listen that the best parts of their culture were whatever they themselves were not - he moved to England. There he extols the virtues of all things Canadian to the British and all things British to the Canadians, being careful at all times to point out that he is NOT American. Snow, when it rarely happens, results in his rushing into the nearest park to take photos and to snowshoe. His time is otherwise occupied in a dauntless search for tortieres to eat, canoes to paddle and wilderness areas in which to do both.