After reading my published column last week, my husband said to me very clearly, "I have never mispronounced Ogilvie." I said, "Really?" and then I tried to remember who it was that mispronounced Ogilvie that inspired last weeks column about street names. I've been thinking about this for a week and I can't remember who it was. Whoever you are, you inspired a column. Also, sorry for the misquote, husband.
Memories are slippery and so easily manipulated. There have been times when I swore that I told my husband about dinner plans to later remember that it was a conversation that I had with him in my head, not in person. It makes planning difficult when the other person is unaware of the plans.
One of the plans that I forgot to tell my husband about was for a family walk to the Crown Market in the old Hart Highway school a few weeks ago. I stopped by the market with just me and the kids a few months ago and would have loved to browse around longer than I was able to with a cranky infant and a hands-y toddler. Any one who had shopped with a toddler knows the distinct hell that can arise from their curiosity about all things. Being inside a small space with lots of breakable items with a toddler increases parental anxiety tenfold. However, I had conveniently forgot about the shopping difficulties last time and all four of us browsed around the market for a little while a few weeks ago and had a lovely time.
I loved this market for a few reasons: 1) it's open on Sundays 2) it feels like a flea market or a multi-family garage sale with pottery, art and vintage awesomeness and 3) all the sellers are extremely friendly and seemed to enjoy my son's enthusiastic wanderings. So shoppers of Prince George, don't forget to visit the Crown market. It's open Thursday to Sundays and it's worth pulling off the highway for a browse.
