It seemed I had no sooner taken my final bow on Granville Island that I was boarding an Air Canada flight to the furthest reaches of our country. All summer we honoured the legacy of one of the most important icons of west coast – Red Robinson. What better time to honour my own family’s legacy on the east coast by tracing our ancestral roots in Newfoundland.
It’s easy to forget just how vast and expansive our country really is. We’re closer to Paris than Vancouver pictured here in Elliston, NL.
Along with my mom and siblings, we worked our way up the coast from St. John’s to a the small, fishing village of Elliston where we met some distant relatives and saw some ancestral homes. We payed tribute to one of our relatives, William Oldford who perished in the great Sealing disaster of 1914 by visiting memorial site and the Sealer’s Museum.
We saw some gorgeous coastal vistas in Bonavista; took a “Rugged Beauty Boat Tour” with Newfoundland’s “Bill Murray” a.k.a. Bruce in New Bonaventure and finally, danced a jig in a bar on George St. in St. John’s.
Now I’ve left my coastal Newfoundland for the prairies in the heart of America, rooting on the Royals and trading Cod for BBQ here in Kansas City!
While here, I’m preparing with my crazy little woman, Molly D, to make our return to the west coast this October t0 play with “the Beatles” (Fab Fourever) on Vancouver Island.
See you then!