Comments: Happy New Year to all.  This is going to be the year---right?  Yarmouth is going to come out stronger and better.  The Maritimes is enjoying an old fashioned snow storm for sure.  The boats are all in--does anyone remember some good old fashioned winters in southwest Nova?

Comments: This is a great resource for those like me, who are away and are trying to keep in touch/rediscover our roots.
I go to this website at least weekly--sometimes several times a week. I do get to Yarmouth a few times a year--sometimes in my work role and other times on vacation. Am looking to buy a place close to Yarmouth, but continue to be amazed at the high prices.There seem to be very few new homes and that seems to drive up the value [price] of older ones. I visit the websites of all the local Real Estate Companies, almost daily.

I am looking for a few acres, a barn and a 4 bedroom house in good repair. There is much better value in the Valley, and in New Brunswick--but I don't want to live there. I have a good, experienced, Real Estate Agent--but it is so disappointing when I come down to see a few listings--only to discover that the properties rarely live up to the flowery descriptions. ---but I only need one house---so hopefully something close to my dreams will show up soon.

It is wonderful to hear so many people from good old Yarmouth--who miss the place as much as me and wish they were home.
I guess that confirms my belief--that it is, indeed, a special place.

Thanks for providing the opportunity and venue to say so.
Grandpa Pike

Comments: Hola from Ontario !!!

Wishing I was there on Ben's Lane....how's the snow down there???

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Date: 1/4/2010
Name: Charlene King
Location: Halifax
E-Mail: 

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Date: 1/5/2010
Name: J. Henson
Location: Ontario
E-Mail: rsmurphy@mta.ca

Comments: I miss this little hick town. Great place to have grown up

Comments: Looking for Family of William Kenny Crowell resident of East Chebogue,b. 1837 in Barrinton, NS.  Died at sea in 1891.  Married  Julia Anne Allen, resident of East Chebogue, born in Melbourne, NS in 1842.  Died in 1904 in Greenland,New Hampshire.  William and Julia were married on 14 Dec 1865 in the Baptist Church, East Chebogue by Rv.W. L Parker. 

Comments: Looking for Family of William Kenny Crowell resident of East Chebogue,b. 1837 in Barrinton, NS.  Died at sea in 1891.  Married  Julia Anne Allen, resident of East Chebogue, born in Melbourne, NS in 1842.  Died in 1904 in Greenland,New Hampshire.  William and Julia were married on 14 Dec 1865 in the Baptist Church, East Chebogue by Rv.W. L Parker. 

Date: 1/9/2010
Name: Sandra
Location: Olympia Wa
E-Mail: 

Comments: I had to look this story up on the internet as I have gone wave jumping in Ocean Shores WA. I had to laugh when I found out it was a hoax. 

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Comments: Researching Doucette Family History

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Comments: If you are interested in Yarmouth Music both past and present please check out:

http://www.yarmouthbands.com/

Comments: What wonderful photos! I appreciate knowing more about the history of Pubnico. I am doing genealogy research for my nephew-in-law on his Amirault and D'Entremont ancestors from Pubnico. Your site has be very helpful in knowing more about these people. This is beautiful country. I hope that next summer we can all visit this area! Sincerely, Barbara Estabrook

Comments: My Mother's father Norman A. DeViller and his family came from Pinkney's Point.  I recall visiting the dear aunts and uncles on the Point when we were children.

Comments: if i am not mistaken, the pictures that are shown as being in "ireton" are actually in "hillview".

Comments: Very interesting. I worked as a family doctor here from 1974-75. It was interesting to see our old house on Lower Road, and my old office. What function does the old hospital now serve?

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Comments: Fond memories of go to YMCA camp in Carleton many years ago

Comments: If you read the newspapers and websites for Yarmouth, you know we are in danger of loosing ferry service from Yarmouth to the US.  With no airline, this link is vital to many residents and visitors along with the fishing/business community and the truckers who carry goods.
There is a Facebook group working on this issue:  please check it out and give your thoughts:

Fighting for a Conventional Ferry in Yarmouth

Wouldn't it be nice to have a year round way to get to Yarmouth?  And, to get those wonderful lobsters to market?
 

Comments: Just trying to fond my roots

Comments: I notice a post,above,by Lynn Hemeon regarding Yarmouthbands.com
Lynn, if everyone doesn't already know, has an amazing site that catalogues and records bands with a Yarmouth connection, past and present. Perhaps other communities have such a site--but I haven't seen one.
Lynn is also a photographer of exceptional talent. He claims to be an amateur, and I suppose he is, in the sense that he does it for the love of the art--not for compensation.
I wanted to have him do a photoshoot for our new CD--"For Christ's Sake!", but he declined. I believe he could have created the right photos that would make one want to pick it up and look.
The images on his sites of Yarmouth and area are absolutely stunning.
Rarely does one see a human in those scenes. This makes them timeless, and allows one to pretend that it is you that is seeing this scene for the very first time.
There should be connections from here and from Yarmouthbands.com to his wonderful work.
Lynn puts in countless hours updating and improving his sites and along with the webmaster of Grassroutes.com, creates the primary view of Yarmouth that strangers and expatriates see when they go to their computer to view the "face" of Yarmouth.
Thank you both for doing much more for Yarmouth and Yarmouth County than the so called experts in Government.
I'm just saying.
Grandpa
(Thanks Grandpa Pike)

Comments: My great grandfather left from the Tusket area to the States in 1897. It is stimulating to look over the pictures and compare to the stories of my family in that area.

thank you for the great visual resource,

Adam Muise

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Comments: My family moved to Darling's Lake in the summer 1971 and I left to move out west in late 1981. A few years later I moved back to Bermuda.
I went to elementary school at Port Maitland, and high school at YMCHS graduating in 1979 and what was known at 'The Voc' in 1981.
I've got a lot of fond memories of growing up there. I remember a lot of names of people but there's no one I've been in touch with for years.
Would love to hear from anyone who remembers me or the Our Place Restaurant in Darling's lake when my family owned it, we sold it in '81.

Comments: I go way back with this guest book, back to '94 I believe. I have tried this on many occasions with a minimal response, but here goes again.
The old South End boy did pretty good for himself but I'm not going to brag, if you want to know, you'll have to email me and ask just how well things have gone for me.
Really, I know there a many of you out there who remember me so how about a moment of your time, even if it's just to say hello, I'd really love to hear from anyony, who remembers me, or even if you don't remember me. See how desperate I am to hear from somebody from Yarmouth? Just kidding!
God Bless Yarmouth and everyone who calls it home!
Sandy Christie

Date: 2/6/2010
Name: SANDRA WHITE
Location: MIDDLETON N.S.
E-Mail: thewhites@ns.smpatico.ca

Comments: Hello

I am from Middleton N.S. and I am looking for pics. info. on the whites . Got some a while back 2004 but had no names on the pics. Her name was Lucille White.

Sandra White

Comments: Hi!  I'm a Yarmouth native who now lives in British Columbia; I try to visit my mother in Yarmouth every two to three years.

I'm trying to help my oldest sister, Cathy (Catherine) Fougere track down a friend from her school days.  Her friend's name was Rosella Boudreau, and her family lived in a house on Albert Street.  They went to St. Ambrose Convent together until the late 1950's.

Any help you can provide would be greatly appreciated.  Thanks!

Date: 2/7/2010
Name: Griffin Surette
Location: Bancroft Ontario
E-Mail: griffin.surette@gmail.com

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Comments: I was born in Yarmouth, adopted by Americans at birth and taken out of Canada. My adopted mother was from New Brunswick but was raised in Deerfield. I came back briefly in 2004-05.  Went back to states and broke all ties there and finally came back in Aug of 09 to Sydney and finally made it back home Easter Weekend.  Finally living my dream now that my life is all my own again.  I have my 27 acres in Deerfield I am going to do something with.

My natural family were the Fevens and the Atwoods.  My adopted family were the Gordon's.  Some might remember Rev. John T Gordon in Deerfield.  He was my grandfather.  His daughter Margauret was my adopted Mom and his other daughter Mary Eldridge who taught school in town forever, was my Aunt. My adopted mother became American after moving to Miami, Florida.

It just feels beyond wonderful to be back.  I have voted for the first time in my life and ready to help fight for a ferry and anything else this town needs!!!  Bring it on!

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Comments: I lived in yarmouth for most of my life!I loved the way things were...but in the winter of 1995 when my uncle (ernie murphy)was taken from me and his family(kyle and jorden)my life changed!   Me and my uncle were close i would protect him at all cost..and him me..its hard to explaine my pain online how much i loved and still love him and how painfull it was to loose him..i blame myself..i think i could have saved him....

Comments: My Father grew up in Wedgport NS

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I was born in Yarmouth,mother was from Wedgeport, maiden name Anntoinette Cottreau,her brother Elli Cottreau taught school locally.
Although I have been away for many years I still visit whenever I can, miss the sea food & the smell of a "Wharf", Paul.

Comments: I have been looking for the Runic Stones or Templars that were believed to be Left by Lief Erikison.
In the 1700's/Yarmouth County Museum has one Runic Stone with Carved Letters,but  was wondering if it could be a Templar

Date: 2/15/2010
Name: Ann D'Entremont Sutton
Location: Clarkesville, Georgia USA
E-Mail: rsutton333@windstream.net

Comments: Thank you for teaching me much about my heritage.

Comments: Absolutely amazing, it looks like a lot of time and effort has gone into this fantastic picture gallery.  Thank you, hours of pleasure hope to visit or maybe live one day..

Comments: Just a response to the Email sent by MWBro Les Muise to Doric Lodge.
I live a few miles from Great Yarmouth, Norfolk UK and intrigued by the name orginality of Yarmouth in Novia Scotia. The name of Yarmouth in Norfolk is because it is at the mouth of the River Yare. It was once a very important fishing port and hundreds of Scottish lassies decended on the port when the herring fleets were in. Perhaps there is a link to both Gt. Yarmouth, Scotland and Nova Scotia. Sounds plausible! Best wishes to Les. 
W. Bro Graham Hunt

Date: 2/17/2010
Name: Betty (Pound) MacDonald
Location: New Glasgow, Nova Scotia
E-Mail: clarencem@ns.sympatico.ca

Comments: I have to agree with Grampa Pike.  I accidentally discovered Lynn's pictures while trying to find info on my Mother's family.  I was enthralled.  Not only is he an incredible artist he is a very kind person.  I mentioned in passing Pinkney's Point and he has gone down and taken some terrific pictures and sent them to me.  I was amazed.  I check out his site regularly.  People looking at his incredible photos will definitely want to come to your community.  He's a good will ambassador of the highest order.  Thanks Lynn

Date: 2/17/2010
Name: Virginia (Pitman) McCarthy
Location: Beverly MA, USA
E-Mail: seanginny@comcast.net

Comments: I wanted to know if any work has been done on my aunt's home, the Hannah Burrill House since 1992 when I was last there.  Thank you.

Comments: What a wonderful find!  Ellery and Margaret Scott were my great-grandparents.  My mother used to tell us stories of her grandmother Margaret.  Evidently she scared my mother almost as much as she scared the neighborhood children.  While my mother grew up in Cambridge, Massachusetts, summers were spent in Nova Scotia in both Yarmouth and in Clearland where her Veinotte grandparents lived.  Hearing a story like this about Margaret is a tremendous gift.  I hope to be able to get to Yarmouth to see the old Scott homestead and visit their graves some day soon. THANK YOU! 
Link to story:  http://www.yarmouth.org/villages/sandbeac/index.htm

Comments: Betty from New Glasgow is exactly right. How about some other folks go take a look at Lynn's stuff and appreciate all the work, all the time, all the energy--- this man puts into promoting "Good Old Yarmouth".
Thanks Lynn.

Comments: Yes, I agree, Lynn Hemeon's website is a true wonder! I could spend hours looking at not only the architectural details of Yarmouth houses in his amazing photos, but also studying his artistry, his sense of the most beautiful in all aspects of life there! 

I think my favorite of his personal photos --as I contemplate each one-- is that 'one' confident, puffy dandylion standing up straight and strong in the sunlight, and alone, very symbolic, i think, a metaphor for us, our life here on earth.
marie

Comments: Marie from PEI--, I think you are a poet.
A metaphor for life, indeed!
It is the changing of the day. Is it night? --or is it morning?
The dandelion has all its seeds intact, so it is likely morning, after a still night. A tiny breeze and the first seed will blow away,
---in the wink of an eye the whole picture changes, and because of time's arrow it can never be the same again.
I am generally an early riser, and late to bed, but all the time I lived in Yarmouth I never saw Lynn taking pictures.
I love the way so many are at the changing between dark and light and the reverse.Many are taken from a dark place toward the light.
I am moving back to Yarmouth this year I hope, and am in the process of buying a property there.
I am so thankful that there is someone like Lynn who works so hard
to promote Yarmouth.It makes us expatriates want to come home.
If you haven't, already, have a look at yarmouthbands.com and hear some great local talent,---like Dan MacIssac and Chunk of Funk, Steve Berryman, Ryan Cook etc.
Grandpa Pike

Comments: Interesting site, my mother was born in Pubnico and my grandfather made the raised pulput in the church. I beleive parts of thah pulput is in the museum.

Comments: I do not currently have an email address but I would appreciate anything you could mail me at the following address:

Ralph Whitehouse
2989 West Sable Road
RR#1, Sable River
B0T 1V0

Webmaster Comment:  Mail?  With regard to what??

Comments: Horton House, Sand Beach in early 1930s

My two brothers and I were ages 5, 3 & 1 when our family moved into the Horton House in Sand Beach in the Spring of 1934, and there we lived, explored, grew up and learned new things until May 1941 when our father was transferred to Halifax by Canada Customs.
Story continued....http://www.yarmouth.org/villages/sandbeac/index.htm

Comments: Hi
I am trying to locate any family of Theresa and Ernie Doucet (Doucette) not sure of the spelling.  They came from Yarmouth area and were friends of my parents Geraldine DeViller and John Pound.  They had a son Bruce and a daughter Delores.

Would anyone know of this family and how I can get in touch.  I know that Theresa was a very good friend of my grandmother Kate Clairmont/Clements DeViller Wagner.  I'd appreciate hearing from anyone who knows any of those I have listed.

Thanks so much
Love your site
Betty

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Comments: My dad's people emmigrated from SAR to the US around 1918. I miss Novy and hope to visit again before old age gets me.

Dad, s.o. Alfred, b ~ 1892; m Margaret Deveau from Yarmouth Co. in US.
She d.o. Cobtine & Eliz Saulnier.

Comments: my dad was called john a quian my uncle was father robicheau died in the 70s my mother mary emily robicheau i was born in quian 1943 le gran quian

Date: 3/2/2010
Name: troydoucette
Location: lr.ell brook
E-Mail: troy_doucette366@hotmail.com

Comments: hi to all

Comments: Hi
I would also like to thank Dot Vallillee.  I had been trying to locate someone from my Mothers's past.  I had sent pictures to everyone I could think of to try and find her and finally I put some info on the site and Dot Vallillee saw it and very kindly called the people that I was searching for and gave them my email address. They did contact me and since then we have been chatting on line and by phone.  I am most grateful to this kind lady for taking the effort to put us in touch.  Thank you Dot - it's people like you who go the extra mile that make Nova Scotia and Yarmouth in particular such a friendly place.

Betty

Comments: Dam was not hand dug in 1963!
Webmaster Comment:  Not sure which dam you are refering to?

Comments: I have a contact from Montreal that wants to visit the birthplace of the Little River Duck Dog. He is looking for dog friendly accommadation for his Duck Dog and his family in Yarmouth County. Can't find any Yarmouth tourist information source other than one located in Liverpool, don't have time to contact the hotels, etc individually. Anyone out there that might be able to help, just send me an e-mail message to the address above.

Thanks, 

Jim Jeffery

Comments: I am the grand-daughter of the late Desire leBlanc of Eel River(he passed away in 2008). His oldest daughter Eleanor is my birth mother. My maternal grandmother was Addie Amirault(she passed away in the early 1950's). I am very interested in corresponding with anyone who can help me piece together my heritage. Any assistance would be soooo appreciated.

Comments: This guest book is a great idea. I am formerly of Yarmouth. I moved to Fredericton NB in 1972.I still visit this wonderful town often. Good luck with the CAT. It would be a shame to loose this valuable resource. It happened with the train then the bus now they want to take away the ferry.

Steve Goudey

Comments: I am so curious.  Recently I have heard about someone in Yarmouth who burned sawdust in the furnace in the 1940's.  Rabbits were kept in the basement to aerate the sawdust piles.  In the spring a man would go to the house and buy the rabbit family that had increased over the winter.  I knew people who burned sawdust but had never heard about the rabbits.  Does anyone have a similar story?

Comments: Re: Burning Sawdust.
There were a lot of people burning sawdust in furnaces in the 50's and no doubt before that time, in Good Old Yarmouth.
There was also a greenhouse in town that used sawdust as fuel.

As to "wabbits" multiplying in the fuel supply--I suspect that is an urban myth. They can't live entirely on love and as anyone knows who has kept rabbits,they not only eat but they create solid and liquid waste. Sure they would aerate the sawdust but they would leave some considerable smelly and soggy sawdust behind.
We burned coal, and ate wild rabbits [varying hares], and had turnips and carrots and potatoes and squash and apples in the basement, and hundreds of jars of preserves, and pickles, and jams done up against the winter.
We used sawdust in the henhouse, for bedding.
----Grandpa Pike

Comments: Will be passing through from airport and by CAT to Bar Harbour

Comments: I am looking for information on the Durkee Memorial Library. Would like to know if it is still there. I am related to the persons that built the library and am mentioned in the history as are my children. I would like to add my grandchildren to the list of heirs

Date: 3/23/2010
Name: Corallie (Corrie) Bain
Location: Hamilton, Ontario
E-Mail: cm_pierce96@hotmail.com

Comments: Hi, I was born in Yarmouth in October 1958, and I have many friends & relatives that still live there. My grandfather was Brad Bain, the Chief of Police of Yarmouth. Even though I have not lived there since I was 6 yrs. old, Yarmouth will always be home to me and holds a special place in my heart. We went to Yarmouth for a vacation in 1981 & we visited my Grandmother, Hilda Bain at my Aunt Lillian Jeffery's house. I wasn't able to locate Wayne Cushing's daughters, who I played with every day in Pembroke Dyke. I feel home sick just thinking about "down home". We are going to try to make it out there this summer. 
Corrie Bain.

Comments: The name Brad Bain seemed to be one of my late father's household names in years gone by. Dad was friends with many fine Yarmouth gentlemen when he was a young man working in Yarmouth Town with Canada Customs. Naturally he spent many hours and days at the wharves and stations in the old-time Yarmouth "Gateway" entrances to these beautiful maritime provinces. In those days most men were true gentlemen, helpful and caring, and looked up to by children and parents alike, respected and trusted. They had lots of time for people, were most friendly and helpful in their friendly Yarmouth accent. 
I found these qualities in most people I met in Yarmouth. One of the last of the old-time gentlemen there was Ernie MacKinley, and I had a wonderful chat with him in his later years, such a joyful reunion! Ernie played the organ at our wedding in 1954 at St Ambrose. 

All the way up and down Main Street in Yarmouth were friendly people everywhere, on the sidewalks and in the stores--and it's the same  to this very day! Ready with a smile and encouraging word. These are the 'Brad Bains' of my childhood in Yarmouth and Sand Beach. That's one of the most endearing qualities of Yarmouthians! (not only those at the wonderful Fire Museum :) but all over town! Yes, in this way I do remember Brad Bain whom my Dad often mentioned with high regard.
Marie

Comments: I had to check out your web page my friend Micki Surette told me her family owned an island called Surette Island.I am mic mac and was looking for some info.She is also mic mac
Thanks you
Jennie

Comments: EASTER TIME IN SAND BEACH

At Easter time in the 1930s school was closed during Holy Week, from Palm Sunday to Easter Monday.  When we became old enough to go to school, for days before the school break we had colored Easter baskets and eggs, cut them out and brought them home to give to our parents as a surprise Easter card.

Most families went to the special church services held all through the week in various Christian denominations. Stores were closed on Good Friday and people who were not able to go to church prayed in their homes, trying to keep silence, especially from noon to three o’clock, the hours when Jesus hung dying on the cross. Most Christians who were able, in a spirit of penance and renewal, had given up eating certain foods such as meat and sweets from Ash Wednesday until Holy Saturday, the vigil of the great feast of Easter. 

What joy when that great day arrived!  Easter eggs, real eggs! Hens had started laying and eggs were plentiful, and to our delight, children were told that on Easter morning we were free to eat as many of them as we wanted.  Excitedly, we ‘talked big’, saying that --if Easter ever got here– we were going to eat five or six eggs, but most of us were stunted after only two of the soft boiled wonders. At a very young age we called boiled eggs ‘coque-coques’, and I can still hear our father and mother coaching us to “mange ton coque-coque.”

One year, probably 1935, Grandpere and Grandmere had bought us each a little white porcelain egg cup that had a thin gold line around it, real gold, we believed. How precious and lasting a gift it was! And how exciting it was for us, as we got older, to have a special little holder for our egg at Easter.

Another year our father bought us each a small cup and saucer that was filled with small Easter candies. The whole thing, saucer and all, was wrapped in cellophane that was either pink, mauve, yellow or pale green.  One year our mother gave each of us a small fluffy yellow toy chick that had orange wire feet and could be made to stand up.  They looked like the real chicks our father had in the incubator down in the hennery. They had bright and shiny little black eyes and orange beak.  Our mother said they were so cute she wanted to buy them for us, and she bought some marshmallow filled candy eggs which we found in a bowl on the dining room table. Those were delightful Easter gifts and so treasured by us for many years. 

I recall thinking about our parents and grandparents, and wondering how they –as “old people”-- would know what would be the right gift for us children.  How would they know what little gifts would delight us? They never seemed very interested in children’s things, but at Easter they seemed to know somehow the best way to reach the hearts of little ones, reach them in a way that would last a lifetime, long after they themselves had passed on.  Those are a few of the heartfelt gifts we receive in life from those who love us, and whom we hold forever in our dearest memories.

Mothers everywhere made sure all their little girls had a new dress or skirt and blouse, new socks and a Easter bonnet or pretty hat to wear to church Easter Sunday morning.  Sometimes new outfits were home made, and some items of children’s wear could be purchased at the Royal Store, while ankle socks and hair ribbons could be found in the Five-&-Ten, up town. Main Street in Yarmouth was a busy and happy place to visit on shopping day, it was like mile long meeting place because most shoppers in town knew one another.

Each year at church the boys looked so handsome in their new white shirts, little neckties and neatly pressed short pants and knee socks. Their shining hair was neatly parted and combed over to one side. How on earth these rough and tumble fellows were able to look and act so gentlemanly for a whole day was always a puzzle for timid little me, as I wondered: “If they can be so civil on Easter Sunday, how come they are so rough and rowdy all the rest of the year?” Already as a young child I was learning very gradually about how our daddy had got to be so big and strong, and eventually I began to see that it was all OK, that everything was as it is supposed to be.

Everybody was all ‘decked out’ for Easter.  For church, all the mothers wore a pretty hat, dress and Spring coat, and were imitated by their daughters. In those days mothers often “made-do” with their last year’s Easter wardrobe in order to provide better for their children.

Our father was one of the choir members at St Ambrose. He would take us up in the choir loft with him when our mother had to stay home with the little ones.  The singing was beautiful Gregorian chant, especially the Gloria, when the bells rang, statues were un-draped of their lenten purple, flowers everywhere, and liturgical singing nearly all in Latin. Some psalms were sung in lovely harmony, all male voices. I especially loved Vespers and hearing the Magnificat by men of the parish. It was so special to hear this music, to see the beautifully ornate vestments, the sacred vessels, the lighted candles and the pervading smell of incense from the censer (or thurible) that were used at evening Benediction. Those were times of greatest awe and wonder, and the lasting effects of it all are most difficult to describe in plain language. All this went together so well with our pleasant walk home back to Sand Beach with our father, on a dry and smooth dirt sidewalk and on a most perfect Spring evening.
Daffodils and crocuses here and there and Spring Peepers out singing their praises in harmony with the season.

After dinner, on Easter afternoon neighbour children gathered on the front doorsteps and started telling one another about our special morning. One boy told of snaring rabbits and of having eaten rabbit pie for dinner! A small girl cried out: “You ATE the Easter Bunny?!” We were so serious about everything but we were still learning about life around us, new things every day!
This is enough for now. Happy Easter Everyone!
Marie

Date: 3/30/2010
Name: marie
Location: pei
E-Mail: 

Comments: I also remember hearing the Yarmouth name Nate Bain.

Comments: I was just checking the Halifax Herald obituaries and suddenly came across a Yarmouth expression that I haven't heard since leaving Yarmouth decades ago, and have never heard anywhere else. 

In a writeup about one very fine Yarmouth county citizen, the writer says of the dear deceased: 
"His only payment requested was a cup of coffee and a hunk of pie."

I haven't heard that expression since leaving there decades ago! I can remember as kids asking one another for 'a little hunk' of whatever it was they were snacking on.  Thanks for the wonderful memories! marie

Comments: all good people
god bless
randy

Comments: Links to summer events would be appreciated here to allow people to arrange vacations to coincide with favorites, Thanks, Cheers Russ
Try the following sites;
http://yarmouthonline.ca/
or
http://www.destinationsouthwestnova.com/

Date: 3/31/2010
Name: marie
Location: pei
E-Mail: forchu@eastlink.ca

Comments: Hello to all our wonderful cousins in historic Wedgeport! Thank you for this site with precious pictures and news. I will try to send you a very old picture taken there about 1946 at the tuna wharf, children are children of Wallace a Theodore a Francois a Sylvain a Jean-Magloire Doucet(te)and of Remi Surette et Madeleine Boudreau all of Wedgeport. Merci!
marie o'brien pei

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