NOVA SCOTIA
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:36pm
I wore My Blue Nose Dress
red sleeveless top, blue skirt
with white linear arrows appliquéd
on front, pointing up
— or were they pointing down?
It was The Outfit I remember
of all My Childhood Ferry Crossings
driven from Valley Cottage, New York
by a sleep-deprived Mother
to Bar Harbour, Maine’s Blue Nose Port
— with a younger Brother I barely remember —
driven and ferried every summer to Nova Scotia
The Province I would stay in
all My Adult Life —
married twice
with the lives & death of My 2.4 Children —
to live in old houses
on an island
on the mainland in woods named Atlantic
in an historic town named Shelburne
in a doctor’s big white castle in Barrington Passage
& now a new house
— new island —
on the point farthest south:
The Hawk, Cape Sable Island
where My Second Husband sleeps
on low blood pressure
while maintaining His high pressure job
taking care of nearly half the population
this end of the county —
and what do I do?
I am a housewife —
The Laziest In The World
according to My Daughter
& I Write To Tell The World
Nova Scotia sounds like a heavenly place 😉
This is a rather personal question, but I’m curious, do you feel guilt being. “Just a house wife”? I’m struggling with this. My wonderful husband is very supportive of me not working. But I have issues with it. (Must be my catholic upbringing and it’s inherent feelings of inadequacy and ever present guilt.)
Hi potter fan! I hope you don’t mind me piping up but I have to say….It is! But it’s beauty is often overlooked by big city people from our western provinces…..Dismissed as being poor and unsophisticated. But it’s better that way. We might be one of the poorest provinces if you measure wealth by income, employment and the price of your car but if you measure it by beauty and community, we’ve got wealth in spades:)
This is a rather personal question, but I’m curious, do you feel guilt being. “Just a house wife”? I’m struggling with this. My wonderful husband is very supportive of me not working. But I have issues with it. (Must be my catholic upbringing and it’s inherent feelings of inadequacy and ever present guilt.)
When I moved to The Hawk with My Wonderful Husband #2 I was sized up by the only woman I knew from Cape (Sable) Island as:”Well Joanna, you’re A Lady of Leisure.” Which is worse?
Hmmmmm. Lady of leisure does conjure up some rather hedonistic images. I’ll stick with house wife 🙂
Ha Ha — I had to look “hedonistic” up in the dictionary. I’ll stick with “house wife” too, despite what my 19 year-old daughter calls me.
I’m glad to have people reading who are from Nova Scotia. Can you tell me what part?
I’m in Windsor. Been here 4 years. I grew up in the military but no matter where we were posted, Nova Scotia was home.
It’s always been where I wanted to spend my life, and here I am! My daughter goes to Acadia. I’m going to look at your blog again.
Wolfville is lovely as I’m sure cape sable is too. Where are you originally from?
Valley Cottage, New York, and you?
Val d’Or, Quebec. But we moved before I was one and then every 3 years until I reached adulthood. So I always say I’m not from anywhere but Nova Scotia is home.
How did Nova Scotia become “Home?”
My mom is from here and my dad moved here from New Brunswick when he was three. So all the aunties and uncles and grandparents were here.
How did you end up here?
I describe some of it in this poem, and others, but if you have any more questions I would be happy to answer them. Nova Scotia is the only place inwhich I ever imagined myself living.
Ah, of course 🙂 love transplants us. It just seemed a world away from NY.