I mentioned in my interview with Barbara that even after 13 years of living in Toronto (and loving it!) I still call New Brunswick home. Very few of the friends I grew up with are still there, my sweet dog Rufus and beloved Gran are gone, and even the house where we stay is not the house on Maiden Lane where I lived from 1984 until leaving for university in 1993 (and returned to every summer). My parents built a new place on the river, literally just down the street in 2004, and it is the only place in Rothesay my boys have ever known. But the town is still my town. My elementary school is still there - where my father, grandparents, and even great-grandparents went - and although the brook and paths through the woods seem much smaller, they are mostly intact. And most importantly, it is where my parents are, with all the possessions and paraphernalia that have been collected through their lives and mine.
|Looks the same today!|
|Rothesay Corner, ca. 1910|
|My Great-Grampy, Grampy, and Dad (all Malcolm Mackay FYI)|
|My gorgeous Gran on her wedding day|
|Me and my brother (also Malcolm) on the steps to Granny and Grampy's old house|
|On the river looking at my folks new place|
All this is to say that posts may be light for the next little while, but I have twisted the arms of a few amazing bloggers to do some guest posts for me, and help figure out what this "going home" thing actually means.
|Graffiti I found in Saint John last summer. (Pretty sure it's a beer slogan...)|