I feel incredibly fortunate to have shared a part of life’s journey with you and to celebrate this special milestone. Thinking back to early days on Bear Island, I remember how you, Marg, Jason and Jess became part of our community, especially through your involvement in our local school.
I recall the story of when my uncle Gary invited you to join a group of Bear Island residents to attend a Temiskaming School Board meeting. That meeting—and all that followed—eventually led to the building of the Laura McKenzie Learning Centre, our community’s very own school. What an awesome transformation that was! Your generosity has left a mark on so many lives, including mine, in ways that continue to resonate.
Another early memory is from the summer of 1985 at Camp Wabun. At just 13, I was a new camper, eager and perhaps a little rebellious. You introduced me to the J-stroke on my very first Wenonah trip. Our group had three canoes, and somehow, I ended up in the stern of the camper canoe. While I didn’t always know what I was in for, that journey taught me invaluable lessons in responsibility, teamwork, and resilience. Working with the canoe, I learned to respect its rhythm and strength, to understand what it needed for us to move forward, lake after lake, portage after portage. Those experiences have stayed with me, as later in life, it taught me to appreciate life’s journey and all that we carry forward.
Years later, I had an opportunity to help build a birch bark canoe within my community. This experience deepened my connection to the land, the water, and the wisdom woven in our cultural knowledge. It often brings to mind the very first birch bark canoe—a vessel crafted not only to carry us physically but also to carry a message. The design symbolizes a way of thinking; it points back to remind us where we’ve come from and points forward to guide us with purpose. I hold this vision close, believing that our experiences and what we learn should be carried forward to help shape a better tomorrow for generations to come.
Another memory is working in the Wabun kitchen during my university summers. When I first reached out about a job, you responded with an unexpected offer—the role of head cook. Though I had little idea of what lay ahead, I took on the challenge and found a sense of belonging, fun, and the warmth of community. I still remember your advice when handling challenges; “for every problem, bring me three solutions”—That simple wisdom I carry forward today.
And, of course, there were the unforgettable summer traditions—from the annual lively baseball games with Bear Island to end-of-season gatherings. Thank you, Camp Wabun, and especially you, Mr. Lewis, for sharing so much of yourself with all of us. Your kindness, resilience, and gentle strength are what make you such a remarkable soul.
Cheers & Happy 80th!
Robin