Keltic Quays
It is often forgotten that the spine of the Canadian economy are small businesses, unique to their towns and villages. We are grateful to those that offered support to this weary traveler.
October 8 & 9 Keltic Quay Cottages, Whycocomagh, NS After 40 day odyssey to paddle the Bras d’Or Lake, Dianne arrived at the door of the Keltic Quay Cottages in Whycocomagh. She had pushed through into the night, paddling in the dark with the light on the church as a focal point. Renie Rogers, woken from sleep, graciously provided a beautiful cottage for the night for a much needed rest.
November 20: Parkview Inn, Oxford, NS A free room was gifted by the sweet people Erin and Mike Emmersen. After biking in the rain it was most appreciated. Always trust a motel with a blueberry stand especially in the blueberry capital of Nova Scotia. Gratitude.
November 22: Indian Point Motel, Port Elgin, NB Nova Scotia completed and first day in New Brunswick landed Dianne in Port Elgin. Miserable weather and exhaustion made this landing spot very much welcomed. Many thanks to Anne and Albert Flad.
October – November 2015
I was very moved by this story as I can relate to the people in it. Like the subjects in the story, I am an Acadian from New Brunswick. My name is Gerard Frigault son of Ernest Frigault and his wife Olive (nee Leblanc) of Saint-Louis-de-Kent. They were also very religious people and they had fifteen children. I was born in 1940, child number twelve. In 1947, an accident in front of our house had me burried out of sight under a truck load of big logs. I was pretty mangled up. At the hospital, they came to the conclusion that I would die and the priest came and gave me the last rites of the church. My mother did a lot of praying. They sent me home after four days to recuperate. They were all amazed that I had no broken bones.