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  From
New Glasgow, we drove to Sherbrooke
Village, a small town-size setting of historic reenacters. We
stayed a couple of hours, and recommend a visit to anyone in this
part of Northern Nova Scotia. The staff was friendly and the various
buildings were informative and fun. An authentic working sawmill, a
mile or so down the road but considered part of the village,
demonstrated using only water power to cut actual timbers in the
historically accurate fashion.
I read with interest about how the "Village" came to be. As
I recall, there had been an economic downturn in its primary
industry, with several neighboring towns becoming deserted to
out-migration. The city father hit upon the idea of making
"Sherbrooke Village" a destination, providing local
employment, historic preservation of the towns buildings, and
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 Here
is Jesse with the village blacksmith. We also posed for a glass
plate photograph, taken by some delightful women that have turned
their hobby (historic photography) into some small seasonal work. |
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 On
our way to Halifax, we stopped for my much anticipated Lobster
dinner. It was just before we left Florida that Lyn was diagnosed
with a food allergy to shellfish (another work of excellent timing on
her part). I still don't get the attraction to whole Lobsters which,
while I find the tail delicious, seems like way to much work for way
too little reward for the rest of the little guy. Besides I always
feel sooo weird sucking the meal out of those little hollow legs, ugh.
We spent the night in Halifax, for convenience, and did a couple
hours of orientation for our return in two days. In the morning we
would set off for a two day loop around the southern Nova Scotia
coastline. We would return to Halifax, spend one full day and then
fly home to Florida from there.
It was here that I learned that my next business engagement had been
cancelled, stranding me in Halifax without a client-paid ticket. As
such, I got stuck paying my own way, an expected financial
inconvenience since it was too late to arrange to use frequent flyer mileage. |
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When the big moon shines in the Maritimes, on the old Atlantic Shore,
I'll be glad to be back to old Halifax, and the girl that I adore.
Where the big sky is blue, I'll be coming to you, with a love forever more.
Where the high tides roll on the rocky shoals of the old Atlantic Shore. |
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Original Web Upload December 2000
Last Update: June 10, 2001 |
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Nova Scotia: Sherbrooke Village & Halifax