More of Our Canada – September 01, 2019

Evenings, after we bathed in

the round tin tub by the stove, or

washed at the shiny black pump,

Grampy would pass around a

bag of peppermints or choco-

lates. Someone would relate a

funny story or two and Nanny

would convulse with laughter. It

seemed to us that she couldn’t

get her breath. We would stare,

fascinated and fall into giggles

ourselves as we realized this

was just Nanny’s way.

As dusk approached and the

moon winked down on us, it

was bedtime again in beloved

Horton. Strangers’ feet walk

the floor now, but for many

decades the people whose

genes I share, lived and loved

in the big grey house by the

chestnut tree. ■

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Dear Diary ,

This morning, my sister

who’s seven, two neighbour
friends, Netty and Faye, and

I were making houses out of

the wood Grampy chopped.

We wore our play dresses.
Mine was red and white. My

sister’s was blue. Anyway we

got bored. So we decided to

go to Grand Pre park. It was
quite far away. We forgot to

ask permission. They are

all younger than me so I felt

responsable for them. Some-
times I skipped and sang a lot.

It was a long walk. When a car

came I told them to jump into
the ditch. They obeyed. We

were almost to the park when

my sister saw a shortcut. It

was a cow pasture. But then
Netty had to go the bathroom.

There was none. She couldn’t

wait even though I told her

to. Plop!!! She did everything
right there and even worse she

left her undies on the cow path.

I was desgested. But then we

saw a grassy bank that went
into the park. We rolled down

the hill over and over. It was so

funny. We saw a big stature. It
was Evangeline. A man named

Longfellow wrote a poem about

her. It was on a plack. Then we

went over to the church which
is now a muzeum. We saw lots

of old stuff. There was a store

nearby but we didn’t even have

money for Nesbitt’s Orange.
Then we walked home. My sis-

ter and I didn’t get into trouble

but maybe Netty did.

It was an enjoyable day.

I’m sinning off now.

Good night

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