Nostalgia

Last night we took the overnight ferry back to Nova Scotia. Thanks to very comfy reclining chairs, we actually got several hours sleep on the crossing. After arriving we drove through the very pleasant country side of mainland Nova Scotia and stopped at Sherbrooke Village. This small town is a fully working community with hospital, old folks home, library, shops, etc, but the older side of town is a "living museum" where they have restored the buildings to reflect life 100 years ago. There was a smithy, print shop, post office, general store, pottery, weaving/quilting/rug hooking, church, mason hall, tailor shop, pharmacy, wood work shop, homes of the poor and rich, and, of course, a school house. In all these buildings were costumed interpreters and crafts people to show us the the way of life and answer questions. Many of the "props" were originals or beautiful reconstructions and, for me, a lot of the displays brought back memories of my childhood (long ago in a small town in the southern Netherlands). Intermingled among the buildings we could all visit (yes, the dogs were allowed to visit, too, even in the church) were private houses where people still lived. So the whole area looked very authentic. We spent about four hours there. The weather was perfect. That night, as we've becomed accustomed to, we were the only campers in the campground. Unfortunately, there was a problem with hot water heater in the showers, so the nice camp lady let us use the bathroom in one of the vacant cabins.