Getting back in the swing of things for some reason takes time, the Maritimes, three weeks, a mixed emotion. How do combine a Memorial and a vaca in one?

The people in each of the places we stayed made it a difference, we, I’m talking about My mate George who’s wife died would you believe on my birthday, nov. 4th 2011. His wife was born and raised in Yarmouth, went to school in Halifax and vacationed in Shediac NB. So we went to all three prov. which were beautiful the people gracious, the food amazing, can you believe I tired of Lobster, well, at $4.99 a lb. can you blame me? The first memorial was in Yarmouth, actual Cape Fazue not sure of the spelling, we found a small point near the entry of the cape, found a large Monumental rock and dug a hole, covered with flowers went a and had a meal with the friend who found the spot for her end.

Not a day but one was not sunshine. Five days in Halifax with Karen and Robin are gracious hosts, who had the most beautiful home on lake near the yacht club, where we had a beautiful meal, and we were whisked away daily to different areas of NS. like Chester and Chester Basin where I had my first Blueberry Grunt. (Cook Berries in dumplings and ice cream. I have the recipe which I found in cook book, meals of NS).

Getting to Shediac NB. was fun, I think when you don’t know where your going the anticipation of reaching there is very stimulating. A cottage on the water across from the Lobster factory, how bad could it be, small cottages every two acres, off a stone and dirt road, and Georges cottage was the last, at the end of the lane.

Two weeks doing nothing but eating drinking, drinking and eating, people dropping in every day, we had purchased two picnic tables, not assembled may I say, well a six pack we got it to some kind of position where people could walk down and sit watch the tide flow in and the sun set, I don’t think I’ve seen that many stars in a long time. I think it was the fourth or fifth of Sept. there was a full moon, my OMG. I will never forget it, I don’t have to, I took pictures. Lots and Lots of picture.

Labor day weekend everyone showed up for the main Memorial, most of the residents in the lane (evergreen lane) came with pot luck, George made a Lobster chowder to die for, and me, myself, my shadow and I made a Blueberry Grunt for 25 people. It was a lovely service vocals by Gary, I had never heard Our Father sung before but it brought tears to everyone’s eyes. I then served the grunt and brought the crowd back to reality.

Sept. 7th, took a day and went to PEI. That is a beautiful Island, if you haven’t see it, you should treat yourself and spend some tome there. ANNE OF GREEN GABLES MUSEUM. Was a highlight to and wonderful remembrance, of a Lady I admired and who is no longer with us.