Ragnar and I often joke about me being from 'Downtown Port Hilford'.
I love my roots and have lots of fond memories as a young girl skating on the brook or spending hours on the beach with my childhood friends; going through the woods looking for our Christmas tree or hauling in the smelt through a hole on the frozen lake with my Dad.
Many times when we have been so far from home I often wondered how a country girl from a small fishing village on the Eastern Shore of Nova Scotia ended up wandering down the cobblestone streets in Rome, hiking the trail that leads to the hidden city of Machu Picchu in Peru, swimming in the Dead Sea in Israel, speeding up the Amazon River in Brazil or planting rice in the mountains in the Philippines!! Growing up in 'Downtown Port Hilford' was the wonderful beginning to an adventurous life!!
We enjoyed our recent visit - driving by our childhood home and popping in and out of our friends and relatives homes. We wished we could have stayed longer in each home, but with only 2 days to fit in 18 visits, we felt like we were gulping down each cup of coffee very quickly.
We love coming back and enjoying the view while listening to the waves rolling in on the beach, and of course spending hours catching up with family and friends.
Our Furlong cousins help keep Port Hilford the way it has always been. Yet at the same time there have been lots of changes since my days in High School. People have come and gone, new houses have been built and others have been torn down. Yet water keeps trickling down the brook; the woods are filled with rabbits, fox and deer; birds sing in the trees and lobster traps are still set each spring.
Cousin David and wife.
Cousin Roy
Cousin Joe
Cousin Betty
My childhood home of Port Hilford still does and always will hold a very special place in my heart.
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