Tag: memories

Reminder

Reminder

While out for a walk, I saw these two stepping stones leaning against a fence. Suddenly, my thoughts were taken back to our visit to the Maritimes last June. How I’d love to revisit that part of Canada again, as we saw only a small part of what the area had to offer. Sadly, travel may not be in our future, so the memories will have to suffice.

In case you’re interested in seeing some of my Maritime posts:
Atlantic Tour Tidbits – Part I: New Brunswick At Last
Atlantic Tour Tidbits – Part II: Shediac for Tourists
Atlantic Tour Tidbits – Part III: Shediac Marina
Atlantic Tour Tidbits – Part IV: Lobster Tales
Atlantic Tour Tidbits – Part V: Prince Edward Island
Atlantic Tour Tidbits – Part VI: Blue Rocks, Nova Scotia
Atlantic Tour Tidbits – Part VII: Lunenburg County, Nova Scotia
Atlantic Tour Tidbits – Part VIII: On the Way to…
Atlantic Tour Tidbits – Part IX: Hopewell Park
Atlantic Tour Tidbits – Part X: Magnificent Hopewell Rocks
Atlantic Tour Tidbits – Part XI: Havre Boucher
Atlantic Tour Tidbits – Part XII: Cape Breton Island
Atlantic Tour Tidbits – Part XIII: Houses & Lighthouses
Atlantic Tour Tidbits – Part XIV: Maritime Churches

The Bluebird Cafe

The Bluebird Cafe

Regina Beach was a big part of my childhood, and of my family’s summers. The Bluebird Cafe was, and remains, one of the places there that will hold a special place in my heart. I remember balmy evenings, sitting on those concrete steps and watching tanned people of all ages walk up the hill from a day at the beach. I remember the red, round stools at the lunch counter that I liked to sit on and spin. I remember the hard wooden seats of the booths, and the warm breeze that blew through the screened windows in a futile attempt to cool the diner that had no air conditioning. I remember the enlarged black and white photographs of days gone by, that hang just below the ceiling, showing the modestly clothed sun bathers of the 1920s. I remember that the sign on the porch roof used to say BUTLER’S, and that the cafe had been owned by the Butler family for the first eighty or so years of its existence.

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This year the eatery is celebrating its 90th year of operation, and it hasn’t changed much in all that time. It still provides some of the best fish and chips you can get. I hope it lasts another 90 years.

Meltdown

Meltdown

The once portly and frosty white snowmen in my neighbourhood are experiencing a meltdown in the mild temperatures we’ve had of late. I watch their progression, some losing their heads, some looking rather sooty. All, a shadow of their former selves.

Meltdown

Winter … time to build men of snow.
Roll, pat, and stack frosty white orbs,
Add arms of branches, eyes of stone, a woolen hat.
Plump and sparkling in the sunlight, he stands vigil,
Spring … his twig arms droop, his form thins.
No more the winter sentinel.

(c) Candice Pierce 2018

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