Five years ago, most of my family, hubby and I returned to my Dad’s hometown area of Picton ON for a community pancake breakfast.
To this day, I have no idea what this mascot character was or what he was supposed to represent, but I snapped one of my favourite photos of my brother Kevin and Derek, with this red thing in between.
The host farm is owned by a distant relative who shares our family surname. And on every bottle of syrup for sale, as well as on the huge welcome banner, the name was spelled incorrectly! Really, the spelling is just a suggestion. I talked to the farmer and he just shrugged. “What was I gonna do? There was no time to get it redone.” Good pancakes though!