Today The NSArchaeology society gathered a group of members to tour the provincial archives. I was beyond excited. I fondly remember spending hours going through rolls of microfiche researching my ancestors. So much fun! That building is jammed packed with historical items. Vaults of treasures. The Archivists preserve the past events of the province. Trying to preserve the present for future generations. I’ve always been aware of the historical importance, I never realized the importance of present day collection of important information.
There are many types of photographics. Here’s the different types through the ages and when it was most popular.
Daguerreotype 1842 – 1856
Ambrotype 1855 – 1861
Carte de Visite 1860 – 1888
Cabinet Card 1875 – 1900
Just finished this book. A quick read at 212 pages, it took me ages as I was reading another novel at the same time. This book was super easy to get back into. I found it comforting when I was settled back into the story of woman thrust into a job during WW 2 leading a group of land army girls. Planting and growing crops for wartime. The story focused on mostly love and loss as there is so much in war. Finding solace in everyday labours and routines sometimes saves us and sometimes nothing can save us. This isn’t Canadian author, Helen Humpreys’ first novel but reads like a first novel with all its heart and soul.
Making the best of this weekend off…
Tea parties and knitting.
I ordered these chocolates from this chocolate shop in Antigonish, Nova Scotia. A business built by Syrian refugees that arrived in my home province over a year ago. What a beautiful product. Proud to have them in my community.
I had a large day today. Woman’s march in Halifax and I visited The Art Gallery of NS. I’ve always admired Maud Lewis and it was a perfect day to learn a little more about her art and life.
The Halifax rally was a great experience with amazing speakers like El Jones and Rebecca Thomas. Both accomplished poets with inspiring words that brought me to tears.
After the rally I took a tour through the gallery…
I remember this house when I was a child driving through Marshaltown, NS. I’ve always been fascinated by her life. So simple a life but she made such an impact. She shone through her work. I have prints of her work around but seeing it in person you can see the true colour and brightness. Her voice is evident, she painted her grim world beautiful. She makes me feel we all have that ability to create hope and spread it around. My own attempts at formal “Art” has helped me learn the amount of energy that can go into something creative. You can feel it when you see it, the energy remains forever in that piece. Even when I create a knitted piece I feel the energy in it.
I stopped by Argyle Fine Art also and the PreShrunk show is happening. These little felted pieces caught my eye.
Love these crows…
I actually stepped aside to avoid falling into this well…haha…so real…
It was a great day to check out the nearby pond, it was well frozen, now that we’re in the deep freeze of winter.
I recently finished this stunner of a book over Christmas. Bliss a teenager is missing, his parents go searching and his Sister Violet is left behind to manage the family antique store. I loved the small town setting. It brought me back to my Moms little shop by the road that brought tourists in to shop for local treasures that my Mom collected. All the antique/vintage jargon I remember as a kid and is part of my life now warmed me up to the main characters and their life. While reading I could get the sense of an underlying truth not exposed until the final pages. It kept me thinking and fearing right along with the characters in the book. As a archaeology volunteer one theme that was apparent to me was, what people leave behind tells a story. In archaeology we are unraveling a mystery. Dissecting what people leave behind to understand their motivation in life. Understanding the past is the key to understanding the future.
The author definitely got it right for me with this one, ghosts, antiques, treasure, folklore, grief and loss. Everything I need to hear right now.