Monday, September 14, 2009

Hello and Goodbye

Michael is home from New York and Australia and San Diego. He joined us Sunday night with stories of fairy penguins riding the waves like surfboarders at Phillips Island, Australia, and of an Outback as casually populated with aborigines and their art as "Four Corners with Native Americans." Michael's next trip is to North Korea, later this month, sandwiched between his classes at BYU's MBA program.Jonny and Jenny leave Tuesday for the University of Chicago. Jenny worked this weekend in Sun Valley, Idaho, as a private nurse and Jonny packed and cleaned while she was gone. He took a break on Saturday to share some favorite fall excursions with his mom and dad--the Farmer's Market, the Greek Festival, and a U of U football game.We went shopping at the Farmer's Market for tree-ripened peaches, which Gretta and Jonny praised as "luxurious" and "decadent." We also snapped Jonny's favorite dogs, from the many strolling about in the late summer sunshine. "He ought to be named Rusty and he looks like a Mickey," Jonny said of his favorite dogs.
Next stop was the Greek festival. We ate gyros, fried squid, and Greek meatballs while enjoying the show.


Jonny and Dave relaxed in the living room to watch the U of U smash a rival.
We're enjoying our annual time share week at Snowbird. As we drove back to SLC Sunday morning for Church, we admired the craggy beauty of Utah's mountains.

Even the trees and plants--aspens, pines, and asters---were spectacular.

We wandered with Dave's mom through the Oktoberfest shops and the Bavarian tent, with its oompah band...


...and we admired the picturesque Bavarian outfits.
It was heaven to have so many dear family members for dinner in our Snowbird condo."You can tell this is a good dinner, " Jonny said. "More than half the plate is green." His love of salad and asparagus is a sharp change from the Chuckarama days of yore when Jonny and Michael loaded their plates with scones, macaroni and cheese, and potatoes and gravy. We laughed late into the night before saying one more goodbye--and hello.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Deck Chairs on the Titanic


We began the morning at dawn, emerging from the ferry onto Cape Breton Island, the northeasternmost area of Nova Scotia. We finished the day museum-hopping and roaming the boardwalk in Nova Scotia's biggest city, Halifax. And we really did see an authentic deck chair from the Titanic, at Halifax's Maritime Museum. Dave even sat in a replica.
Halifax was the closest city to the wreck, and handled rescue missions and burials.
As we traveled along Cape Breton Island, we caught just a glimpse of Louisbourg, the restored French town from 1755, which is now a living museum. For 100 years, the French and English fought over the huge fortress that once surrounded Louisbourg.

We spent the morning driving back to Halifax along the Bras d'Or, the beautiful inland lake of Cape Breton.
We got to Halifax in the early afternoon and enjoyed the many exhibits of the Maritime Museum. In addition to momentos from the Titanic, there were mines from WWII, when Halifax was a staging area for convoys crossing the North Atlantic and dodging German U-boats.

There were also exhibits about all sorts of ships, from dinghies to tugs to large and elaborate "corporate" models of cruise ships, provided to cruise lines when the ship is finished, to be used in a board room or lobby.
We also visited Pier 21, Canada's equivalent to Ellis Island. More than 1,000,000 immigrants were processed there, most traveling on to Ontario or Manitoba or Alberta.
We were most interested in the advertising posters Canada used in Britain to attract settlers. One poster even offered "ready made farms."


And we wandered the boardwalk near the harbor, with the city skyline behind us.

We enjoyed watching the street performers (with their mother on a bench nearby)...
...and the children playing on a large, concrete slide.



We stopped by a monument commemorating the removal of the Acadians in the 1760s, first to this prison island in the harbor, and then to France or Louisiana.


And we stopped by a statue of Samuel Cunard, who started the Cunard cruise line which owned such ships as the Queen Elizabeth II. His ancestors were "loyalists"--New Englanders who supported Britain in the U.S. Revolutionary War and moved to Halifax when the rebels won.

We enjoyed just watching the tugs, tall-sailed ships, and barges sail around the harbor.



We had a last seafood dinner at O'Carroll's, a pub with Irish musicians playing, starting at 9:30 p.m.
Alas, we couldn't wait for the singers because we had to be at the airport at 4 a.m. We checked out the Citadel, the fortress from the 1700s on the hills above town, with cannon peeking through indentations in the grass-covered wall. Then, we headed for our hotel and bed. It's been a great trip.