Friday, 12 September 2008
Just Sticking My Head Up Above The Water
Well, we've moved, and the internet seems to be up and working. I'm still waaay too busy to post anything much. We're still spending most of our time at the apartment, cleaning and painting, and that will last for another week at least. When we are at our new home, we need to spend time getting it cleaned, painted and generally organized.
Inconveniently timed as it was, our trip to Nova Scotia was a much-needed break. I'm looking back on it with nostalgia already. Here's a picture of the reconstruction of the ship "Hector", the broken-down old smuggling vessel on which some* of my ancestors came to Pictou; 169 desperate souls packed into a space the size of what is nowadays a smallish living room, on a trip that was supposed to take 4 weeks and took 6.
Ours was a trip for looking at pictures and gravestones, the site of my grandparents cottage, since burnt down, and of course the "Hector". Above all, for telling all the old family stories. How my grandparents were married in the house of a total stranger who they never saw again. About Mr. Brown, the town drunk who went to sleep in a rough grave overnight and gave the cemetery workers the scare of their life the next morning. We remember cousin Robbie, the youngest miner killed in the Westray disaster. Lots of stories about great-uncle Harry, who survived 5 years in the trenches of WWI. We all love to tell the story of when he stole the train and went to Quebec City with a couple of French-Canadian girls...
*Not the guy transported for stealing sheep. He came later. I don't know why, but I was absurdly pleased to find out about him.