Or so the story goes … back in 1806, an ox is rumored to have gotten stuck in some deep mud only feet from where I’m sitting, and the makeshift bridge that was built to help this particular ox traverse the deep mud gave the future town its name: Ox Bridge, later abbreviated to “Uxbridge”.

Once a patch of muddy dirt in rural Ontario, this bustling town now sports about 20,000 inhabitants - temporarily including myself.

Most of the buildings in Uxbridge were erected sometime between the 1860’s and the 1950’s, and the town still has that “once was” look to it.  But it evolved into a “dormatory” town for Toronto commuters some time ago, and there’s nothing “once was” about the place now.  High speed internet connections zigzag the brick buildings, and little European cars zip around the once-muddy streets with ease.

I’m enjoying my time in Uxbridge for obvious nostalgic reasons (something to do withliving here for most of my teenage years), but I’m also enjoying it because it’s just a quaint, proud Canadian town with hearty, well-natured inhabitants.  There’s a light snow falling as I type this, but it’s not slowing anyone down; clad in thick boots and winter jackets, the people are going about their business rather indifferent to the weather.

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Written on Mon, 24 December 2007 at 11:02 am
Tags: Canada, snow, Uxbridge
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