An interesting story about myself, hmmmm…
When I was about 12 I became very interested in studying maps. Maps of all kinds and of many places, but mostly my home province of Saskatchewan in western Canada. I even had a large road map of it on the wall of my bedroom. My younger brother had one as well and we would play a game we simply called “maps”. At ages 12 and 9 we were still unfamiliar with most of the many thousands of miles of highway and hundreds of towns in our geographic locale so the game was both fun and informative. With our rooms right across the hall from one another we would take turns finding a place and calling it out. The game was to see how quickly each of us could find the place on our own map without using the index.
One day I decided I would choose my personal favorite of all the places in this, my home province. So I closed my eyes, turned around a few times, ran my hand over the surface of the map and randomly stopped, holding one finger to the spot which would become my “favorite” town. I opened my eyes and saw I was pointing at a small place named Imperial. So Imperial from that day forth was to be my favorite. It looked to be about a hundred miles from where I lived and I had never been there but planned to go when I was old enough to drive.
I never forgot Imperial. Here’s the interesting part of the story. At age 23 I got married. I met my future wife at the church we both attended at the time. She began coming 3 years or so after me and we knew each other for a further 3 years before deciding we belonged together. This has no bearing on my decision to ask her to marry me, but she came here from out of town in order to attend college. She was originally from a farm near to, and attended school in… Imperial.