Wrote about the “old country” sentiments of Neil Remington Abramson and I with respect to our childhood hometown, Saskatoon, compared to the distinctly different sentiments of Daryl, in relation to his hometown. Neil Remington Abramson comments further, as follows (e-mail correspondence reproduced with permission):
In 1971, I spent the summer in Galatas, Greece, across a narrow strait from the Isle of Poros. I was staying in an old 1 star hotel, attending the Aegean Institute, hoping to become a Classical historian. I was just 18. My much older classmates were about 21 or so. Our historian in residence was A. R. Burn, of minor prominence. I was there 2 months; in Greece 3+ months. I felt I knew the area like the back of my hand.
Thirty two years later, I returned with my wife, and we stayed at a dockside hotel in Poros. Everything was so different as to be unrecognizable. I never saw the old hotel I lived in – guessed it was gone. Only one monument was still the same as my memory: a little ruined chapel, on the promontory above Poros. Poros was, and is, wonderful. It’s across the bay from Athens; 2nd stop (after Aegina) on the way to Hydra. It’s just that it was utterly not as I remembered. Of course, I was only 18 when I first experienced it, filled with idealism. and misplaced hopes.
It’s been 33 years since I lived in Saskatoon; 25 since I lived in Saskatchewan. I was in Saskatoon for a day in 1992, and a couple more in 1999 or 2000. I wonder if it is still as I remember it. I sincerely hope so. It is exactly that way, in my imagination.