HELLO MUDDAH, HELLO FADDAH

Hello Muddah - Hello Faddah

Here I am at - Camp Grenada

Where it's all – so enter-taining
We play cricket - there's no complaining

I went painting - to learn from Terry

Used water colours - very merry

And Bob's Marina - has a big screen

Where ev'ry Grand Prix - can be see---een

Don't take me home - oh Muddah, Faddah

I love the book swaps - here in Grenada

Please leave me here - out on the hook

I'll grab a beer - and read my book

Now I don't want - to cause you pain

But we play - Mex-i-can train

And you remember - FIFA World Cup

That's where Spaa- ain - beat Holland up

Don't take me home - don't make me cry

I love Burger night - love ev'ry french fry

So please, please, please - just let me stay

I want my fish and chips - ev'ry Friday

Dearest Faddah - Darling Muddah

How's my precious - little bruddah

If you miss me - don't worry 'bout me

Cause ev'ry Tuesday - I watch a movie

Almost forgot - there's jewelry making

Some are swimming                                                    

                                                            and some are diving

You might think - that I would miss ya

I really don't - but I still love ya.

And dear Muddah - and dear Faddah
There's Carnival - at Camp Grenada

And Gylfi's singing - at Roger's Beach Bar

I'll watch the sun set - where all my friends are

So goodbye Muddah - goodbye Faddah

I'll stay forever - at Camp Grenada

FLASHBACK - "DANCING QUEEN"

You can dance, you can jive

Having the time of your life

Ooh see that girl, watch that scene

Diggin’ the dancing queen

Friday night and the lights are low

Looking out for a place to go

Where they play the right music, getting in the swing

You come in to look for a king

Anybody could be that guy

Night is young and the music's high

With a bit of rock music, everything is fine

You're in the mood for a dance

And when you get the chance

You are the dancing queen

Young and sweet, only seventeen

Dancing queen, feel the beat

From the tambourine, oh yeah

You can dance, you can jive

Having the time of your life

Ooh see that girl, watch that scene

Diggin’ the dancing queen

You're a teaser, you turn 'em on

Leave 'em burning and then you're gone

Looking out for another, anyone will do

You're in the mood for a dance

And when you get the chance

You are the dancing queen

Young and sweet, only seventeen

Dancing queen, feel the beat

From the tambourine, oh yeah

You can dance, you can jive

Having the time of your life

Ooh see that girl, watch that scene

Diggin’ the dancing queen

Diggin’ the dancing queen

"OH CANADA"

Last year Beach House was in Bequia for Canada Day.

We celebrated on Dream Maker with the crews from seven other boats. It was a small bi-lingual affair with about a 50/50 Anglo/Quebecers representation. We all got along fine and enjoyed ourselves.

This year Canada Day Beach House was in Grenada. The Clarke’s Court Bay area is our summer home where there are several anchorages, marinas, restaurants and bars competing for our meagre dollars.

In Bequia I flew our large Canadian flag up high. In Grenada I opted to fly it low and at the bow because the boat in front of Beach House only flies the flag of his 'country' – Quebec.  

Let's just say - we’ve had words

The call went out from Clarke’s Court Bay Marina that Bob, who owns the marina, would provide a turkey for a Canada Day dinner. Canadian cruisers, and anybody else who wanted to come, would provide the rest on a pot luck basis. As an added incentive there would be Happy Hour bar prices.

It was a typical Canadian event. No one really wanted to be in charge and everybody was happy to be fed and have drink or three.

Our gracious Texan friend Miss Kitty brought out the turkey and the stampede was on.

Well maybe not stampede. Being polite Canadians we all stood in line and said "I’m sorry" a lot.

And then we sat politely and ate what we were given.

One of the Canada Day traditions is the wearing of red and white.

If we were handing out awards, Phil would have won the hat contest.

My contribution was to take the maple leaf from one of our badly tattered flags and sew it onto my shirt. Everybody had something.

Despite the very wet and windy weather, which was inspired by a Tropical Wave passing just south of us, we all had a good time.

Thanks Bob, Miss Kitty, Jenny and Charmella for making it happen.

In signing off I’d like to leave you all with a quote from Sir John A. MacDonald.

 “ Let us be French, let us be English, but most importantly let us be Canadian."