Feeling Homesick

Every once in a while I feel like heading home to Nova Scotia. I get tired of the big city here and want to go back to the little city there. My buddy Malcolm is moving back to Shubenacadie at the end of the month. I sort of envy him a bit. It’s still home.

Lots of history there. The whole city got blowed up good in 1917. See pic below:

Many people died. It was the largest man made explosion until Hiroshima. Dad’s mom lived through it. My parents have a silver teapot that was damaged in the explosion and later repaired and inscribed with the cause of the damage and the date.