I rose from bed thinking there would be a sunrise to photograph and that I'd best take advantage of it. It was just after 6 a.m. and still dark as night outside. I checked my laptop for sunrise times and was disappointed to learn it wouldn't happen until 7:50. But it did give me enough time to shower and eat a snack before heading out. I got outside and was again, disappointed, this time with the weather. I remember thinking desperately, "How long can it rain?" The sky seemed to teeter between heavy and light rain.
Although the Bay of Fundy is horseshoe-shaped lots of visitors and locals make a loop of it by taking the "Fundy ferry". It's a year-round 3-hr sailing between Digby, Nova Scotia, and Saint John, New Brunswick. Here's a sampling of the trip on our latest episode of the Bay of Fundy Travel Show.
Wondering what this building is? Wonder no longer.......it is our new Halifax Seaport Farmer's Market, a beautiful glass structure built to environmental standards and using solar, wind and geo-thermal power to operate. A massive 4,050 square metres, it was designed with the environment in mind. It is also located right on the water so you can watch all the boating activity on the harbour.
I am the daughter of a military man. As such I have moved around all my life. I have a few places I have learned to think of as home and feel very thankful to have them. I'm proud of my dad. We have made sacrifices, but no where near the sacrifices that I have seen some families make. I remember times of war growing up, watching friends whose parents were going off to the Gulf and feeling their sadness. I always felt lucky when my own father didn't have to go, and a little guilty at the same time.
Now I have cousins who are in the military...cousins who have been deployed all over the world and I fear for them. We have witnessed some horrifying events in recent years, brought on not only by war, but also by some natural disasters. Each time our soldiers are there, making sacrifices, putting themselves on the line.
The weather still hadn't changed for the better by morning. From the patio of my second floor room I could barely see the wharf through the fog and although the rain wasn't spilling, it was steady. An older gentleman walking down Digby's Water Street suggested, "If you wanted good weather, you should have hung a rosary on your clothesline a few days ago." At that point, I would have been willing to try anything.
The Discover Your Nova Scotia Roots Contest has reached its mid-way point, and I'm finding myself constantly checking back to see what the folks entering are saying.
We asked entrants to answer one question: why do you think you have roots in Nova Scotia? Some of the answers have been quite intriguing!
Shubie Park is a beautiful park in the city of Dartmouth. A favourite park for dog lovers, runners, cyclists and walkers alike. Recently my daughter Claire was tasked with a mini science project. She was to observe a local habitat and report back her findings. So off we trekked to nearby Shubie Park.
Unidentified seated lady, ca. 1910 (Notman Studios).
So many photos in the archives are, sadly, unidentified. I often hope that someone will stumble across one of these nameless photos and see the face of a relative.
If you're looking for your past in the province, a good place to start is: www.novascotiaroots.com.
(Photo from the Read Family Collection of the Pier 21 Society British evacuee children bound for the safety of Canada, Bayano 1940)
One million immigrants landed at Pier 21 between 1928 and 1971. Do you recognize anyone in those smiling faces?
Discover Your Nova Scotia Roots Contest: www.novascotiaroots.com
Early in the morning Susan and I left, laden with coffees and homemade sandwiches. We drove for hours up the 101, past Windsor, Wolfville, Kentville and to the scenic Evangeline Trail. It wasn't until after we saw the signs for Digby that we started to think about a rest. Fortunately we chose Weymouth and Sissiboo Landing. The building was two-storied and shingled, resting alongside the Sissiboo River and an asphalt parking lot. Beyond that, across the river was an old railway bridge rusted red brown and surrounded by a mosaic of fall foliage. We parked at the Visitor Information Centre and walked inside.