13 May 2022

Six Ways To Fundy

13 May 2022

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Friday 13 May 2022--I'm leaving Wolfville today, headed for Halifax, which is barely more than an hour away, so I'm not in any hurry to get out of town. Vacate my room about as late as is allowed, dump my bags in the trunk of the car, and go to The Odd Book for another browse. I find a book about the Old Burial Ground, and, thumbing through it, find reference to the Seaman family. It turns out that Jacomiah settled in the area of Pugwash, up on the Northumberland Strait, about 120 miles from here by road (and not all that far from where the Allens were). His son Abraham moved to Horton, where he made a living, at least partly, as a carver of gravestones. All of his children were born there--I'm guessing poor Edward was one of those--but he moved the family back to Pugwash in 1821. So my visit to Wolfville is a bit of a blind alley, genealogically. I don't mind a bit--it was just a hook to hang a trip on. I really like the area, am glad I stayed, and would happily return another time. I'm interested enough to buy a book titled Mud Creek, The Story of The Town of Wolfville, Nova Scotia. Mud Creek was the original name of the town. There is a brief mention on page 30 of Abraham Seaman buying his property in 1795.

The town of Windsor is twenty minutes away, not far beyond Hantsport. I park on Water Street, which forms the crossbar of a T-shaped commercial district, Gerrish Street being the upright. Walk up and down Gerrish, noting the number of vacant storefronts. It occurs to me that it's probably not fair to judge the state of the local economy by such things; many small towns have trouble keeping some life in their downtowns in the age of Walmart. Windsor doesn't look too bad off, anyway. There's a brewpub, the Schoolhouse Brewery, on Water Street, which of course is why I stopped. It's not in a schoolhouse, although the business apparently started in one. I have a pint and lunch.

Drive another forty minutes down the 101, and then Highway 7, into Dartmouth, across the harbor from Halifax, and cross over on the Macdonald Bridge. It's foggy over the water. I find my Airbnb, a low-rise condo conversion on Gottingen Street, in the near north end. It's a neighborhood I'm not really familiar with, despite all my visits in the past, and I go exploring after settling in. Find decent pints at the Tusket Falls Beer Project and Good Robot Brewing Company, and dinner at the Narrows Public House, a handsome place in a heritage house built in Second Empire style in 1896. I like my neighborhood.

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