We spent our final night in New Brunswick at a lovely little campground near Shediac. If there is a more beautiful place than this province, I've certainly not seen it yet. To drift off to sleep amidst a million lupins of every colour; the soft sea breeze drifting softly through the window and a gentle rain tapping on the roof - heaven!
Genealogically, my search began this morning. We visited both the Albert County and Lutes Mountain Historical Societies and Museums in search of our Rogers ancestors. Our great great grandmother Jane Rogers married John Bragg and she was born in Lutes Mountain. Unfortunately, while both places have a lot of information in their archives, no luck with Jane or her father, James. However, New Brunswick was part of Nova Scotia up until 1864 so the records I'm looking for may just be waiting for me in Halifax.
We stopped at Patty's Lunch near Shepody, for a bite and remembered we had been there last year on our way through - still good burgers and great homemade soup.
This afternoon, we entered Nova Scotia and the sun came out for the first time in a week! Crossing the border felt to me like a spiritual homecoming. I think all us Braggs have some kind of homing device buried deep in our brains that leads us eventually to this land of our ancestors. It is a place where our roots are so deep and where our early history was written. So for the next few weeks we'll be visiting all those places where our story begins and passing along some of the more interesting bits.
To be continued.........
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