Up-coming Events for 2017

Celebrating Canada's 150th Birthday with 125 years of Macedonian Immigration

  1. Annual General Membership Meeting: Sunday April 23rd, 2017 @ the CMP
  2. Lecture: Celebrating Canada's 150th with A Canadian Macedonia Heritage Story by Edith George
    Sunday May 7th, 2017 2pm at the East York Civic Centre 850 Coxwell Avenue
  3. Book Launch: Danny the Barber - Proud to Call Canada My Home
  4. The life of well-known Cambridge businessman Doné Katsarov is chronicled in Danny the Barber – Proud to Call Canada My Home. A launch celebration for the self-published title, written by Shelley Byers, will be held on a date to be announced soon.

  5. Canadian Macedonian Poetry - Celebrating Canada's 150

    Macedonian Immigrant by Edward Spiro Thomas

    Canada you are indeed a land and nation of immigrants
    Many people heard you call and they came.
    Macedonians left their beloved homeland
    Your hopes and opportunities to claim.
    You invited them; come Aegean, come Pirin, come Vardar
    Come you resilient and strong peoples.
    Leave Macedonia, as children will someday leave the home.
    Come have families, build homes, build businesses, build churches with their steeples.
    You counseled them, embrace me and i will embrace you.
    Nothing will be given to you, nothing here is free
    Macedonians are not strangers to hard times or hard work.
    Things will go well here; persist; you will see.
    You persuade them; give me your youth, your vigour, your muscle, your sweat.
    Give me your hopes and sreams, your plans, your brain.
    Establishing a foothold in this new country will be hard.
    Remember immigrant, it's your children who will reap and gain.
    And work they did; daytime, nighttime, fulltime, part-time, overtime.
    In abattoirs, factories, odd jobs, restaurants, stores, plants and mills.
    No work was too hard for a Macedonian, nor beneath them, name it they did it!
    Labourers at first, they soon left that behind, these Macedonians of intelligence and will.
    They rubbed shoulders with a great mixture of nationalities in Canada.
    Learned the Language of the land; collectively, ethically they won themselves a place.
    Their honest, God fearing, hard working character, proves them second to none.
    In business, the trades, arts and academics, they bring honour to thier Macedonian race.
    And when the children of Macedonian immigrants
    Stand at their parents graves, as one day they must,
    They know their Canadian birth right has been secured.
    For their parents bones, will become part of Canadian dust.


    I close my eyes
    Memories are overflowing
    Like bubbles of champagne
    Macedonia is my birthplace
    I see the yard of my home and the vine canopies
    I reach for the hanging grapes
    The red and white sweet grapes are melting in my mouth
    I admire the majestic mountains and the voices of the singing birds
    One day my father says to us
    "We will leave this place
    We will go to Canada, which is a dream place"
    In 1962, we depart for Canada
    The four of us, my little sister, my mama and papa
    From Piraeus we are aboard on a luxurious boat from Holland
    It is called Homerique
    Thirteen days in the ship
    The eye sees only sky and sea
    Our cabin is located in the lowest level of the boat
    The economy class
    From the window of our cabin I am able to see
    The dark color, the other side of the sea
    The French Cuisine
    Smells heavenly
    This is a different cooking
    It is much tastier than the homeland cooking.
    At the dinning room the waiter is dressed
    In white shirt, black bow tie, white jacket
    Black pants and white gloves
    He is handsome, polite, kind
    And he teaches us in which hand to hold the fork and the knife
    This is a luxurious way of living
    My background is just a tiny city
    I never benn on a cruise before
    This boat will take me faraway from my home
    At Pier 21 in Halifax, a Representative
    Of the travel Agency
    Welcome us with a written sign and the destination
    And our minds are ready for imagination
    With few cents we purchase
    A loaf of French bread
    The French bread is so yummy
    We cannot fulfill our tummies
    An hour later we are aboard on a commercial train
    It twists as a snake, for long, long hours
    It leaves behind a cloud of black smoke
    A beautiful panorama, of a snow-white blanket is spread
    Our stomachs have desire fro French bread
    In Montreal we change to another train
    And we notice the freezing rain
    This locomotive is clean
    I am eager to see everything
    From Montreal to Toronto is anoither thing
    I could not see a thing
    I feel exhausted and I sleep
    Into a deep sleep and I sleep
    The next morning with the dawn
    I yawn
    This is Toronto, the downtown station
    And time for realization
    Tall buildings, bright lights
    At nights
    Toronto is a special City, an exception
    I have a good impression
    Toronto is the city of opportunity
    Toronto is the land of prosperity
    Toronto is a sweet city
    In Toronto I raise family
    Toronto is my New World
    In Toronto I have gracefully grown
    Toronto sits up high
    I love the First Day of July
    Destination, Toronto is like a dream come true.