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While I was in Halifax for the Editors’ conference, Between the Lines, there was some time for sightseeing, with fellow editors and some time apart
Halifax Public Gardens, across the road from The Lord Nelson Hotel (previous post)
Beautiful rhododendrons in the park …
and more. Aren’t these beautiful too?
A little history on the gardens opened to the public in 1875
I wonder if this fountain is as old as the park
The S V Mar at the dock by Murphy’s Restaurant
Little tug on back of bigger boat
Wonder how they rock the harbour. Maybe with music and singing?
All aboard the Mar with sails that were gathered like billowed sheets above our heads.
Someone offered to climb the ladder, but I don’t remember who it was. Not me, anyway!
On the evening cruise with fellow editors…
on the SV Mar, managed by strong young men like this fellow.
A university student spending his summer working on the boat
Putting up the giant sails that spread out to catch the wind
Moving out from the dock and into the harbour
…and a glimpse of Theodore Too. Just learned that Theodore’s home is Halifax.
A tad windy and chilly out here. By the time we came back to the dock, I suspect I was not the only one ready to warm up. Guess we need to dress like sailors do.
We got to singing on the way back. The ship Titanic was discouraged, but I remembered an old folk song we learned in school, The Nova Scotia Song, and others joined along in the chorus
“Farewell to Nova Scotia …”
More pictures for another day…
Waterloo Region Museum, a celebration of community and the many people who make up Waterloo Region
The Conestoga Wagon, pulled by horses, brought many people to our community from the USA, Mennonites, and more
Arrival at Pier 21 in Halifax, and then across country to Ontario and other provinces
The Grand Trunk Railway Line. The intersection in the middle of the hallway, but of course the train does not run through that line anymore.
Travelling trunks from many countries around the world
Let’s not forget the Home Children, who were sent here—not by their own choice—but who also make up a section of our community.
People settled here and worked together to build a community with those who were already here.
The Storytelling Series at the Museum, this winter and spring, feature stories of immigrants coming to any part of Canada
This meme hosted by At Home With Books. To participate in the Saturday Snapshot meme post a photo that you (or a friend or family member) have taken, then go to the site and connect with the page by our host, Alyce. Happy Saturday, travelling from one blog to another.
The story of last Friday’s tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut, continues in the news. More details come out, but we are not much, if any, closer to the why.
My heart is heavy, seeing all those young faces in the newspaper. And yes, their teachers too.
Jeff Goins wrote this week about his reaction to that news:
“I believe language has power and impact, that it can be a salve to our wounds. But not today. Today, I have no words.”
And fellow blogger, Ann Voskamp wrote earlier this week:
“I don’t know if legs can hold a heart this heavy.”
Investigators are trying to find answers—any answers that would help them solve the mystery. But who helps the families devastated by the death of their children? Who comforts the families of the teachers and principal who tried to shield the children from harm? Who lives beyond it without being changed in some way?
The tradgedy is removed from us by many miles, but the news brings it to our homes in newspaper, on the radio and television. The people affected are unknown to me, and yet I am a mother and grandmother. I cannot dismiss it and go on as if I don’t know. I have prayed since Friday for those people affected. It’s hard to find words. Sometimes just saying the words, the families in Newtown, is enough.
Ann continues: “When grief is deepest, words are fewest.“
Jeff would agree. He adds later in the same posting:
“But we forget that sometimes silence can be louder than our strongest voice.”
He cites the Jewish custom of Shiva in which people sit in silence with those who are facing a loss. “To not say but show we are with those in mourning.”
Sometimes no words are the best when sitting with grieving. I pray that someone is sitting with those affected families and just listening.
I’ll stand and look at the all the pictures next time.
One more pic for Part 2
It turns out, he was pretty smart and had much of the risk removed, something most people wouldn’t have known. Imagine the awe and excitement of people watching him cross, wondering if he’d fall off the wire, bicycle and all and into the water hundreds of feet below.
Not for me, this daring feat!
There’s much more to see at this attractive new museum. I hope you’ll come to see it soon. Go here for more information.