Once familiarity settles in it becomes so much easier to enjoy the details. I finished breakfast and took my last stroll down Dock Street to the Beandock for their fantastic coffee. It was a foggy morning but finally clearing after a week of mostly gray skies. Susan and I emptied our rooms and packed the car. We said our silent goodbyes to Shelburne and headed back onto Highway 103, this time west, retracing our previous path for an hour or so before reaching Liverpool.
Originally called Ogomkegea by the Mi'kmaqs meaning, "The Place of Departure," Liverpool is a beautiful town covered by the leaves of massive elm, chestnut and ash. We drove along Main Street until reaching an expansive lawn leading to the Queens County Museum and, smaller, Perkins House, built in 1766. We were met in the museum by Linda Rafuse, the museum manager, who was excited at the prospect of promoting her museum and archives.
The Thomas Raddall Research Centre is located in the back of the museum and is an impressive work area. Besides numerous tables, microfilm viewers, shelves and cabinets full of genealogies, family bibles, journals, diaries, vital statistics, church registers, the walls are adorned with images of notable historians, including, Mr. Thomas Raddall himself.
The museum is also impressive. It's hard to believe how much information is packed into this building, everything from the Oak Island mystery, to local geology, shipbuilding techniques, privateering, antiques, artifacts and examples of life hundreds of years ago. At the shop, I bought a synthetic raccoon hat while Susan bought tins of candy for her kids.
Linda showed many interesting items. She had a great way of telling old stories from Liverpool's past. The collection of Queens County gravestone images was amazing. Donated by one man they connected gravestone photographs with obituaries and sometimes more. There were dozens of binders filled with these photos and it was so easy to be drawn into its pages.
After the filming wrapped up, we drove to the end of Main Street where sits the strangely shaped, Fort Point lighthouse. I took a few photos with my five foot inflatable lobster. He was still doing alright, having survived lobster season and the Shelburne Lobster Festival.
It had long last become a beautiful day so we walked the grounds and admired the lighthouse before once again packing our bags and hitting the highway. Halifax was little more than an hour drive away. It had been an exhilarating week, so much exposure to things I'd taken for granted. To think that I had only travelled to the South Shore, merely one portion of the province and been staggered by the diversity of sights and activities to see and do. It still felt like the tip of the iceberg. I've resolved to return.
Originally called Ogomkegea by the Mi'kmaqs meaning, "The Place of Departure," Liverpool is a beautiful town covered by the leaves of massive elm, chestnut and ash. We drove along Main Street until reaching an expansive lawn leading to the Queens County Museum and, smaller, Perkins House, built in 1766. We were met in the museum by Linda Rafuse, the museum manager, who was excited at the prospect of promoting her museum and archives.
The Thomas Raddall Research Centre is located in the back of the museum and is an impressive work area. Besides numerous tables, microfilm viewers, shelves and cabinets full of genealogies, family bibles, journals, diaries, vital statistics, church registers, the walls are adorned with images of notable historians, including, Mr. Thomas Raddall himself.
The museum is also impressive. It's hard to believe how much information is packed into this building, everything from the Oak Island mystery, to local geology, shipbuilding techniques, privateering, antiques, artifacts and examples of life hundreds of years ago. At the shop, I bought a synthetic raccoon hat while Susan bought tins of candy for her kids.
Linda showed many interesting items. She had a great way of telling old stories from Liverpool's past. The collection of Queens County gravestone images was amazing. Donated by one man they connected gravestone photographs with obituaries and sometimes more. There were dozens of binders filled with these photos and it was so easy to be drawn into its pages.
After the filming wrapped up, we drove to the end of Main Street where sits the strangely shaped, Fort Point lighthouse. I took a few photos with my five foot inflatable lobster. He was still doing alright, having survived lobster season and the Shelburne Lobster Festival.
It had long last become a beautiful day so we walked the grounds and admired the lighthouse before once again packing our bags and hitting the highway. Halifax was little more than an hour drive away. It had been an exhilarating week, so much exposure to things I'd taken for granted. To think that I had only travelled to the South Shore, merely one portion of the province and been staggered by the diversity of sights and activities to see and do. It still felt like the tip of the iceberg. I've resolved to return.
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