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|Nova Scotia: Acadian Dreams
|Recently, I was looking though a photo album I hadn't opened in awhile and found a
picture of a lady who was once my next door neighbor years ago. She was originally
from Lafourche Parish, but had lived in New Orleans all her adult life. Her ancestors
were among the French Acadians who were expelled from Nova Scotia after the
British conquest and migrated to Louisiana in the 1700's. She told me that it had
always been her dream to travel to Nova Scotia and visit the site her ancestors had
called home for over 100 years before they were exiled. She didn't know if she
would ever make the trip, but she said the place tugged at her heartstrings and
she kept the idea safe and snug in what she called her cache of Acadian dreams.
When I saw her photo, I wondered if she'd ever made it to Nova Scotia or if she
still carried the longing to see a distant homeland safe and snug in the
Acadian dreams that were once so close to her heart. -- Nancy
|With one exception, the photos on this page were all taken in Nova Scotia, Canada.
|She's Called Nova Scotia
She grows on you slowly the first time you meet
There's just so much beauty the heart can't believe;
You want to stay longer and she's ever so pleased
You're one of the many who don't want to leave.
It's hard to remember the places you've been
For once in her presence, she's all that you'll see;
She cradles you softly like a warm summer breeze
And wins your heart over with a feeling of peace.
She welcomes the strangers from a far-away shore
She beckons the travelers who have been here before;
At night, as she slumbers, the winds softly call
And awaken her spirit that lives in us all.
So walk through her green fields, go down to the sea
The peace and the beauty is more like a dream;
She's called Nova Scotia and she so makes you feel
You've discovered a treasure too good to be real.
-- Rita MacNeil