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by Bernardo Pisarzewski I must confess that I am guilty of a crime that far too many people are guilty of (at least in this province), and that is not celebrating Canada Day. Far too often, we are too busy, too tired or just simply couldn’t be bothered. So it was only fitting that when the VEA decided to organise and partake in Canada Day festivities in beautiful Georgeville, along the shores of Lake Memphremagog, yours truly couldn’t resist. First off, any excuse to drive out to the Eastern Townships is fine with me. However this particular outing had a personal significance. It was in 1985 that I was last in the area, more precisely, a quaint little nearby hamlet called Fitch Bay, where I had spent part of my Christmas holidays with my (then) college sweetheart, Leslie Moffat, and her family. It was to have been the most memorable Christmas that I have ever spent…but enough (for now) about me. Once in Georgeville, we were greeted by the local committee, who promptly directed us to the front lawn of the public library, and once the cars cooled off and the picnic baskets opened, the festivities began. As the day progressed, other VEA members arrived from various points, and the exhibit grew to about 30 cars. With a permanent population of 50, a Canada Day parade in Georgeville is truly a slice of rural Canadiana, as was the soap box derby which followed. As with most of the outings I attend, one car always catches my attention. This time around, it was Bruce Anderson’s 1950 Aston-Martin DB2, a splendid example of unrestored beauty. This car’s patina begs not to be restored. A memorable day for yours truly, and much to my chagrin…no sign of the Moffat family. If I’m lucky, someone might just hand them over a copy of this article, and keep in mind that I’m not the hardest person to reach… Thanks go out yet again to Jean-Jacques Treyvaud for organising this outing and to the community of Georgeville for having hosted this event. ©VEA
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