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Set in the small farming community of Blomidon on Nova Scotia's Bay of Fundy, The Blomidon Logs starts with tales of Glooscap and a leaky old cabin. Complete with the wild imagination of youth and rumours of a drowned artist, the book moves up the road to a new A-frame cottage and back in time to the generations who preceded the author at Blomidon, providing a rich heritage of farmland, beach, and stories. Taking its title from the logbooks kept by Dwyer's parents, the collection is about childhood, family, and a time when summer meant freedom and outdoor play.

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Publié par	Ecw Press
Date de parution	11 octobre 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781770909441
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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theBlomidon Logs

Deirdre Dwyer

Another Landmark on the Way

Blomidon Rose

The Summer of Pierre

The First Logbook Requested The Other Child, Going There

T H E O L D CA B I N

The Bigelows’ Dog

Halloween on the Cape

The Tight Weave Desserts By the Bigelows’ Barn

Mountain Walk

Nancy’s Watermelon Beach Notes Indian Paintbrush

Three Queens, Five Jokers

Glooscap and His Magic

Awakening, Camping Trip

The Boy Who Fought Winter Pink Snow Winter Reading

D R A M AT I S P E R S O N A E

CONTENTS

The Long Flow of the Morning

The House, so They Say

Characters Party Line Saturday Nights

Century Farm Invitation Old Cabin Rain

Summer’s Gone South

Picking Strawberries First Entry Community Picnic, at the Lookoff Games Pageantry: The Red Barn

“She Slept Out”

Don Forsythe’s Store

Moving Day

Glooscap’s Lodge

Loft

Heirlooms

Cottage Owls

After the Chores

Milk Agate

Translations from the Log

Not Mother, May I

T H E N E W CO T TA G E

Card Party, White Water’s Hall

The Story

Blomidon Dogs

Clothes for Blomidon

New Cabin Visitors

The Visiting Dog

A-frame Christmas

Stranded

From Log Entries, June ’86

The Last Entry

Blomidon Nights

The Core to Keep

AGift of Cherries

North Mountain Fix

Every Elm and Story

Glooscap’s Fire

A R CH I V E S Photograph with Dutch Door Open

Great-Grandparents Saunders

Wharf

Think Evening

The Years Mapped Out

Haying, 1941

At Jordan River, 1950

Halo

Aunt Di Before Her Vows

To Name a Brook

Bride

His Words about the Brook

Bedtime Stories

The Soul of this Place

Rescue Before the Cabin’s Torched

Before the Cabin’s Torched

The Verandah Steps

Hand-Drawn Maps

History in Those Fields

In the Turning

She Speaks to Her Drowned Mother

ASacred Place

Blomidon Beach

Deliberations, at a Craft Market

N O T E S

A CKN OW L E D G E M E N T S

A B O U T T H E AU T H O R

CO P Y R I G H T

THE KIDS

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

“us”: John, Dee, Kay, Ian, & Ann Dwyer

Nancy, Doc, & Jerry Bigelow

Johnny & Alan Legge & an older sister

Bill & Garfield Lyons & several older sisters

Dan & Mark Legge & an older brother and sister

THE ADULTS

Dwight (Skip) & Arley Bigelow: Nancy’s parents

(Bouk) & Theresa Legge: Johnny & Alan’s parents

(Hun) & Marion Lyons: Bill & Garfield’s parents

Irlyn (Ike) & Connie Legge: Dan & Mark’s parents

Bert & Gloria Green: & their children.

T H E O L D C A B I N

GLOOSCAP AND HIS MAGIC

The book at bedtime— my parents read to us when we were more than seasons away from the Great Chief.

He strolls out on the first page, a loon on his shoulder, with a tall staff, a smile, his braids curled like two thick earrings.

By his side, two wolves: the dark one on a rock howls a story to the animal world, a summons.

The other lowers his head, scowls at troublemakers, any dark force.

When my father returned he said he found a ring of stones. Oh, where thy wigwam stood tall.

I believe in Glooscap who came from the sky in his stone canoe.

The Great Chief who fought the Ice King, year-round winter, fought the giant Famine and Badger, sometimes a man.

Glooscap brought the Queen of Summer for six months as we rally, eager, to meet her at Blomidon.

THEFiRST LOGBOOK

( J U N E 1 9 6 4 –S E P T E M B E R 1 9 7 0 )

“Hunting” is all he’s written, my father alone, five October days at the old camp, and setting his steps quietly down on the fall envelope of a wooded path.

“Camp Glooscap”: he pays tribute on the first page to the Great Chief.

The short entries, the slender black book. Unwritten are the lean years, the war years, and before as if history’s pen had not yet been carved.

And the barrel of mountain water is found only in the foliage of a photograph; its cold ancient taste says nothing of the short entry

when we arrive: 4:30, July 15 ’66. A year later my first words in the log, of hiking back to Indian Springs.

We grow the words of summer.