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Quiet

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Image by 1239652 from Pixabay  I grew up in an interesting place. Quebec had parties , politics , sports , and some cutting-edge schooling .   It also saw a little bit of trouble , which we could all have done without.   But something else was going on in Quebec while I grew up there: a revolution. I was in the middle of it but didn’t see it; it was too quiet.   My family’s day-to-day life was lived in the worlds of the Protestant school and the Anglican church. We knew our Francophone classmates and neighbours, and we heard lots of French spoken at the public swimming pool (I once ended up in an all-boys swimming class because the registrar thought I was Jean-the-French-boy, not Jean-the-English-girl).   But we didn’t know the Francophone world well enough to be party to the profound shift in culture that was pulsating around us. But I can look back and see that it was there.   The revolution was already underway when my family arrived in St. Lambert, our Montreal suburb, in