One of the most peaceful and meaningful places ever is the little churchyard at Oxford, Nova Scotia where many of my ancestors are buried. A pristine sky blue church with crisp white trim sits high on a hill overlooking the beautiful, meandering River Philip. The front step is a large slab of rock polished by the footsteps of those who worshiped there and covered with green and grey mosses.
Laying there in neat rows are my great great grandmother and grandfather, my great grandfather and grandmother and numerous uncles, aunts and cousins of varying greatness. The poignant ones are the children, Mary, Hance and the others.
It was a beautiful day with the lupins and forget me nots growing wild and the humid air was heavy with clover. Truly felt like a homecoming.
Another bucket list item was crossed off today. We had lunch - seafood chowder and strawberry short cake in the dining car at the Tatamagouche train station. The car was the one longest in service on the Trans Canadian and had been beautifully restored.
The Friendly Giant used to say "Look up, Look way up". Today I should have remembered that before barging headlong down this tiny dirt road in the Wentworth Cemetery. Actually it wasn't as bad as it looked and short of desecrating a few long gone souls we managed to extract ourselves relatively easily.
A kindred spirit is someone who will bounce through graveyards, deal with the kitty litter box AND the plumbing, laugh at your silly jokes and love your cats. Ann is my kindred spirit.
To be continued......
A kindred spirit is someone who will bounce through graveyards, deal with the kitty litter box AND the plumbing, laugh at your silly jokes and love your cats. Ann is my kindred spirit.
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