Wednesday, May 30, 2012
The year was 2002, May 30. 911 was just one year earlier and we had had grave thoughts about not making it to Canada. But now the plane was circling over Calgary. In less than 15 minutes we would be on the ground. There was an entirely new life waiting for us. New jobs, new people a new home.
Our pastor that day said our marriage would be like the mighty mountains of Norway, which have been there since the morning of time. Nothing is gonna remove those mountains, and even if the rain, which used to be forceful in those parts, would obscure the mountain, it would still be there in all its glory when the sun came out afterwards.
After 25 years, the mountain is still there.
We received a message from Denise, (Sassy’s on da Road) that she has changed her mind and will not be coming over to Campobello. We hope she has a good and safe travel through Quebec. We had been looking forward to see her and Benny.
Thanks for following the journey!
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
When the weather changes to wind, rain and thunderstorms we cease to move around outside. Today is one of those days and according to the weather men more of that is coming. But even though it looked as we would get a lot of thunderearly on, the weather system parted in the middle moving north and south of us, leaving us with some rain only.
My productivity however, was limited to get some panels painted which I intend to
use for some wainscoting in the upper level hallway. I am lucky enough to own all kind of carpentry machinery, which is almost essential if one intends to start renovating an old house without wanting to call in the trades.
And matter of fact I ENJOY it. It’s what I do if there is nothing else to do, which rarely is the case.
Tomorrow we will be starting on renovating one of the bedrooms. Old wallpaper will remain on the wall, but loose ends will be cut off. The corners have to be re-enforced with drywall tape, then ‘mudded’ and sanded before painting can commence. THAT is a type of work I enjoy a lot less, as it always means a lot of dust and dirt.
The next project has already lined up. It has to do with dry-walling as well, lots of it! Since we built the new entryway in the front last year it has been standing with studs and outside siding only. Now the turn will come to the inside, and I better get it done before our visitors from Norway arrive. That is if they come. But the last news about the broken hip is positive. So far, the thing is healing pretty good.
Had to get an oil change done on the JEEP. Made an appointment with an auto shop and drove over in the afternoon. 30 minutes and 37 Bucks later I was back home and could enjoy a few of the last banana muffins made after Vienna-Bob’s recipe. I call him Vienna-Bob as there are too many other Bobs circling in blog-land and email orbit.
Denise, from “Sassy’s on da Road” has taken up directions towards Campobello Island. We just hope that she isn’t running into all that thundery weather.
Bea has been active with our video camera. She mounted it on our tripod, placed it on the kitchen counter and waited patiently until Mr. Hummingbird showed up. The little video clip beneath is just a bit of 1mb, so it shouldn’t eat too much band with.
And more hasn't happened today!
Thanks for showing up.
Monday, May 28, 2012
|Would you believe if I told you that it is only 25km from Canada into the European Union?|
Their language is French, their customs are French, they have French license plates on their cars, their currency is the EURO and their Head of State is the French President, currently Francois Hollande.
I am talking about an archipelago of small islands off the coast of Newfoundland. St. Pierre et Miquelon are a self-governing territorial overseas collectivity of France. It is the only remnant of the former North American colonial empire of New France that remains under French control. The islands are situated at the entrance of Fortune Bay, which extends into the southern coast of Newfoundland, near the Grand Banks. They are 3,819 kilometers from Brest, the nearest point in Metropolitan France, but just 20 kilometers off the Burin Peninsula of Newfoundland.
The islands of Saint-Pierre and Miquelon were discovered by Europeans on October 21, 1520, by the Portuguese João Álvares Fagundes, who bestowed on them their original name of "Islands of the 11,000 Virgins". They were made a French possession in 1536 byJacques Cartier on behalf of the King of France. Though already frequented by Micmac Indians and Basque and Breton fishermen, the islands were not permanently settled until the end of the 17th century: four permanent inhabitants were counted in 1670, and 22 in 1691.
By the 1780s, about 1,000 or 1,500 people lived on the islands, their numbers doubling during the fishing season. The French Revolutionary Wars affected the archipelago dramatically: in 1793, the British landed in Saint-Pierre and, the following year, expelled the French population, and tried to install British settlers. The British colony was in turn sacked by French troops in 1796. The Treaty of Amiens of 1802 returned the islands to France, but Britain reoccupied them when hostilities recommenced the next year.
The 1814 Treaty of Paris gave them back to France, though Britain occupied them yet again during the Hundred Days War. France then reclaimed uninhabited islands in which all structures and buildings had been destroyed or fallen into disrepair. The islands were resettled in 1816. The settlers were mostly Basques, Bretons and Normans, who were joined by various other elements, particularly from the nearby island of Newfoundland.
This would be just the short version of being thrown back and forth between French and British rule. Today the archipelago which consist of eight islands, whereof only 2 are inhabited are indeed part of the European Union. Since March 2003, Saint Pierre and Miquelon has been an overseas collectivity with a special statute. The archipelago became an overseas territory in 1946, then an overseas department in 1976, before acquiring the status of territorial collectivity in 1985.
France is responsible for the defence of the islands. The Maritime Gendarmerie has maintained a patrol boat, the Fulmar, on the islands since 1997. Law enforcement in Saint Pierre and Miquelon is the responsibility of a branch of the French Gendarmerie Nationale. There are two police stations in the archipelago.
If you now decide you want to visit the islands and you are a Canadian you wouldn’t even need a passport. Americans though, do need a passport. Visitors can either fly in from various airports in Canada or take a passenger vessel from Fortune, Newfoundland.
The new airport of Saint-Pierre, opened in 1999, was intended to make direct flights to France possible, but the situation remained unchanged with no direct flights as of 2007. Flights from and to Saint-Pierre all pass through Canada. Air Saint-Pierre’s ATR 42 aircraft flies from the Canadian airports of St John's, Sydney, Halifax and Montreal all year round.
The archipelago is not a heaven for those who seek solitude in quiet forests (there are none) or want to get a sun tan on the beach. The coasts are mostly rocky and though the average year-round temperatures are higher than on mainland Canada, it is the sea fog which can make an otherwise nice summer day a rather wet and cold experience. The reason for that is the location of the islands at the confluence of the cold Labrador current with the warm waters of the Gulfstream.
If you still want to visit the islands and plan to take a drive up there, just remember to leave your vehicle at the harbour in Fortune, Newfoundland. You can’t take it across!
For more travel-related information go to: http://www.st-pierre-et-miquelon.com/english/histoire.php
And that’ll be all for today! If you need me, I’m in my shop!
Thanks for stopping by!
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Growing up during the fifties and the sixties was a whole lot different than what it is today. Parents were different as they practiced a different style with their children’s education. Pentecost Sunday always makes me think of those days way back when I was a kid and either Easter or Pentecost rolled around. At every such occasion I had to be clothed like I was the son of the Republic’s President. Pentecost morning we had to put on a white shirt, white socks and our best pants. To me it always seemed like a masquerade and I hated it. My brother, 5 years younger, I remember, was a bit more cooperative, but me, I could get really wild and throw a tantrum. Of course, the more I was against, the more likely it became that I had to be dressed up for the day. What really was annoying about it was the fact that I could not play in my usual ways, which always meant getting my clothing dirty.
German “Isetta”, a BMW product after WW2
German kids of the Fifties
It was the time where such dressing-up-your-kids were common custom. Parents needed to show that they could afford proper dresses for their children. Kids who were not dressed appropriately were deemed to have poor parents. I remember Al from the Bayfield Bunch had similar experiences and downright hated to be dressed up like a puppet. It was no different for us and probably many others.
Pentecost was also the time when the first real fine and warm days came and of course, people went into the city parks or just walked down main street, to get a cone of ice cream. Showing off their kids in the finest was part of it.
Today we look back and consider the fifties to be a period we associate with the first rock music, elegant cars and a positive life style. Our parents “were done” with the war, they had survived and life could go on.
As we grew older, things got more relaxed and we got our first “jeans”, which, at first, we could not wear at official family gatherings. Actually, I bought the very first pair of my own money and without my parents knowing. I still remember the baluba that caused in our family. It took 10 more years and our parents were wearing jeans as well.
Times change and we have to go with it.
Before the weekend I did a clean-up in my shop. Looking into one of the drawers I saw a pile of those old license plates I have been collecting. Following a sudden idea I nailed them to the wall in my shop. There they are, and if they could tell about all the thousands of miles they been going on highways all over the U.S. and Canada it would fill more than one travel blog.
I will keep them there and use the drawer for some other junk I undoubtedly will come across.
Tomorrow is Memorial Day in the U.S.
On Memorial Day the flag is raised briskly to the top of the staff and then solemnly lowered to the half-staff position, where it remains only until noon. It is then raised to full-staff for the remainder of the day.
The half-staff position remembers the more than one million men and women who gave their lives in service of their country. At noon their memory is raised by the living, who resolve not to let their sacrifice be in vain, but to rise up in their stead and continue the fight for liberty and justice for all.
Keep those visits coming!
Saturday, May 26, 2012
|What is nicer than walking barefoot along the beach, feeling the warm sand on your feet or splashing through the surf zone? I could do both today as it was extraordinary warm (23C) That’s right, even the cold waters of the Bay of Fundy were not too cold on my feet. Molly were on her own mission finding things she could eat, but when we saw a dead seal rolling in the surf, Molly was afraid of it. Her eyes widened and she backed off. I’d rather have that, than having her considering a dead seal as food.|
Do dogs understand the meaning of “soon”?
When Molly wants to go out for a walk she always lets us know. But it is not always that we are ready for it right away. So I tell her we will go soon. That seems to be something a dog can’t understand. She keeps begging until I ‘m finally ready. The meaning of “Soon” as not right now but later is obviously not comprehendible. If you have other experiences with your dog, I’d like to hear about it.
What bird was here the other day?
The answers were ---- well we’d better not go there. But Bea was right: It was an immature female black-throated warbler.
Now the pics from yesterday’s trip:
Two blog readers came by today
We were seated on our porch when we saw a red pickup coming up the road. It slowed to a crawl, almost stopped, someone was waving from the window, then the truck stopped entirely. A lady came out walking up to us on the porch. It turned out that she had found this blog and started reading. She had found it after CBS brought the story about the Roosevelt Park and Campobello. It was the first time ever, that someone reading our blog had visited us. Peggy and Harold are from Bangor,ME and have been visiting Campobello for many years. I am sure that we will be meeting again with these nice folks.
We also got three new followers. “Laura Cobb Photography” has some outstanding pictures in her blog, while “kipexplores” introduces her blog like this:
I have reached a time in my life where I take time to enjoy the view. I love sitting on the porch and gazing out to the setting sun and basking in all that the day has brought my way. My vintage trailer, Lolita even has a back door to enjoy the view of each day. Come along and enjoy..... My Back Porch View.
And what a nice way of philosophy is that! We LOVE sitting on our porch too.
A bit earlier “Dana” came onboard and she must have done that quietly as I do not remember to have her welcomed. Hope you can excuse this as the result of my fading memory and attention. Dana has a couple of blogs and you might want to check them out.
Always nice to see new followers come on here.
Friday, May 25, 2012
|We are knocked out. Completely. After 350 miles on the road we are dizzy and tired. Consequently there will be no long blog tonight. Just a few words about why we did the long drive today. At one point we had to take a look at our future sightseeing van. It is based 175miles to the north-west over Canadian-style roads. Even Molly complained when the Jeep bounced through the potholes, shaking wildly from one side to the other.|
When we finally reached the Village of Bath the small hand of the clock was almost pointing to the 1. It didn’t help that our GPS gal was completely off and led us on a wild goose chase through the green woodlands of New Brunswick.
We saw a lot of pretty landscape though, and I hope being able to show you the pics Bea shot tomorrow.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
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Sunday, May 20, 2012
|As it was Sunday, I decided not to do any work, and it was warm enough to enjoy breakfast on the porch. |
Rather than working I started the day with a walk along Herring Cove while Bea went to Church. Molly was with me and she thoroughly enjoyed the many scents along the way. There was no wind and the sea was like a mirror. However, mysteriously big waves came rolling in every 4-5 minutes crashing onto the beach. Then it became quiet again.
Way out was a fishing vessel at work. The chomp chomp chomp of its diesel engine was carrying over to me. I cannot imagine a more peaceful sound in nature.
If you look closely you will see that the Chickadee has picked a larvae from the apple blossom.
But the day had more in store. As I was checking my emails I read a comment from Sandie over at ”Where are the Dixons today” She had seen the CBS Sunday morning news whose crew had been on Campobello Island and at the Roosevelt Cottage. After I found the show on CBS I put it on the blog and on Facebook. It sure was a great PR for the island. Thanks to Sandie!looking north
fishing vessel on its way to the nets
Bea made some absolutely gorgeous Norwegian-style waffles which we enjoyed with strawberry jam and whipped cream. Delicious!
And since I have been a good boy today, I even got a super phantastic supper. I will only say Chicken breast with peaches! I hope she will put that on her blog. Maybe you go and check on her.
But even the best weather and the laziest day makes me tired so I’ll quit with writing more today and rather show you a couple of my many pics I took today. How’s that for a Sunday posting?