In May 2011, after four years of life on McNutt's Island, we moved to Montreal. This blog remains, though, as a (sort of) daily record of our time on the island, and a winding path for anyone who would like to meander about among its magical places. For additional perspectives and insights I recommend Greg's book, Island Year: Finding Nova Scotia (2010), and my
Bowl of Light (2012). I'll continue to post once in a while. If you do want to read this blog, one option would be to begin at the beginning of it (which is, as we all know, in blog-world, at the end), and read forward, concluding with the most recent entry. It's a journal, really, so it does makes more sense if you read it that way. But, you know, read it any way you like.
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The water is an amazing color - great shots.
Oh my. What a trip down memory lane!
My first husband was born & raised in Gunning Cove, which I visited for the first time in 1967. We moved to the area a few years later and rented a house on the Fort Point Road before heading over to Ingomar for the winter.
He was one of the Gunning Cove Gouldens, his Dad Nelson Goulden, had been a lighthouse keeper, although not at McNutt's Island if I remember correctly. I remember a trip out to McNutt's Island from Roseway where his best friend lived. The day started out well, but over time I started to feel cranky and lethargic. By the time we got back to his friend's parents place, I was definitely not feeling well. I remember sitting at a high backed kitchen chair and resting my head against the back of it. As I turned my head, I could feel something weird behind my ear. Swollen glands and a red rash all over my abdomen and arms.
I'd come down with German Measles. So a good part of the rest of our vacation was spent with me indoors recovering. Sheesh.
Anyhow, thanks for the memories. What a flood of stories are surfacing as I write these few anecdotes.
Gwen McCauley
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