I was going through the little pouch full of smaller goodies I am hoping to give away and pulled out a small enamel brooch in the shape of a maple leaf that had belonged to my mother. She had bought it (or my father had bought it for her perhaps) when we lived in Quebec, when I was a teenager. I remember enameled jewelry being quite popular there. It’s beautiful but in the over 20 years that I have owned it, I haven’t worn it once. Though I feel great affection for Canada, as we lived there for four formative years, and made wonderful, life-long friendships there, I don’t feel Canadian enough to wear a maple leaf brooch, no matter how pretty it is. I decided it should belong to a Canadian who can wear it proudly.