I was up for the sunrise this morning. The day started out as a beautiful, warm day, clear sky and the Gulf was as calm as a mill pond. After taking in the sunrise, I went back to bed. Nothing around here opens until 9:30. After failing to discover any new fundamental insights into my great grandfather, Thomas Brennan, I decided to return to the Genealogical Center to see of they could locate an obituary on my two times great grandfather, John Brennan. I reasoned that if his son, my great great uncle, John P Brennan, installed such a magnificent monument, he may have run an obituary, just to let everyone know that it has him that installed the stone. Continue reading
Missing Relatives Monumental Tombstones, Unanswered Questions
It was a wonderful night. The section of the Jacques Cartier Provincial Park I’m camping in is the short duration, no frills section of the park. It’s evident by the condition of the foot tall plants in the fire rings that this area, with no bathroom close by, no water, no electricity and no sewer hook up is definitely the camping spot less explored. If there is one thing that this place has, it’s mosquitoes. The mosquitoes fight each other in order to take a stab at you. I feel like the buffet at an all you can eat restaurant when the college football team is in town. Continue reading
Tignish and Museums along the way
It was a wonderful morning. There was a sun, relatively clear skies, no rain, no wicked wind, no bugs. I had a nice breakfast, cleaned up, and set about getting ready to move the RV to the easternmost side of the island for three days, before I returned to the area around Charlottetown. I had been provided a list of interesting places to see by my friend and self proclaimed ‘older sister’ Chris Rigby (she’s much younger, actually, and it could be a long story; you always have to listen carefully to an ‘older sister’. She likes that part; the ‘older sister’ part; she doesn’t like the connotation of being perceived older than me). I lad been slacking on hitting everything on the list, so I know that I would have to get on my ‘A’ game right away. Continue reading
Cavendish and Nice Weather
I’ve decided. I prefer the lupine that is the color of good raspberry sherbet best. It’s not the most frequent of colors, but with the support of all the others, it stands out as extraordinary. There is a life lesson there. Think on that. Continue reading
Prince Edward Island
Well the calendar may indicate that it’s Summer, but you would never know by the temperature. It was in the mid 50’s this morning as I left the campground. Always being the eternal optimist, I’m in shorts, and every time I got out of the RV, I both looked and felt the fool. Everyone in the part of Canada I was passing through was dressed in long pants, parkas over fleeces, hats, hoods, substantial footwear, and I’m in a golf shirt, shorts and my crocks. Hell, It’s July. It’s Canada Day. It’s supposed to be warm. What the heck? Continue reading
