tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68005751378149529732024-03-19T06:10:36.617-07:00grace goes to PEIWHERE A CHILDREN'S BOOK AUTHOR AND ILLUSTRATOR TRAVELS TO PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND, RELIVES HER FAVORITE CHILDHOOD BOOK AND A COUPLE OF OTHER THINGSGrace Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129288262225671104noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800575137814952973.post-47584918781653806002009-10-04T16:42:00.002-07:002009-10-04T16:45:10.374-07:00vacation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmgNsuXP0ZUNIXssZ-OpKBuCEGVWOwesPX2SiocT2GYHorjXX79Mdvi5SmPf3i-ju9Ymb0Z6hMddMDfdoVWVmwyrEm5UonoNWEoKMRwKu6VSJZS7TOty5qwi7LdKVSszmETCfTV5MCiOk/s1600-h/me_bks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmgNsuXP0ZUNIXssZ-OpKBuCEGVWOwesPX2SiocT2GYHorjXX79Mdvi5SmPf3i-ju9Ymb0Z6hMddMDfdoVWVmwyrEm5UonoNWEoKMRwKu6VSJZS7TOty5qwi7LdKVSszmETCfTV5MCiOk/s320/me_bks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386172547282668306" /></a><center><span style="font-style:italic;">(my favorite Anne Books)</span></center><br /><br />Every since I was 13 years old, I've loved the <a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780553153279">Anne of Green Gables</a> books. Since then, I've dreamed of visiting Prince Edward Island, home of Anne...er Lucy Maud Montgomery, the author of the said books. Of course,in the past, whenever I offered PEI as a vacation destination most looked at me with blank stares. Why go to PEI when there were choices like Vegas, Cape Cod, Paris or China?<br /><br />But in September 2009, I finally convinced someone to go with me and fulfilled my dream! This blog catalogues our days there. For your reading convenience, I've listed the posts so my first posts are at the top and you scroll to my last, so it is in order as you read down. I hope you enjoy this and my other blogs which I will write when I (hopefully) get more opportunities to travel! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsjEaXXWwmFr5i8lZOoFuoqyQgma2vV65TKMnU2UZSpLT0_mNFfV8mz9YpaZJSfhexjUvOsl9ZubUgyitxgXGcXWGfKcUmRZFSsDvBO3wXddKaRv08_yZQGlhTkzTyQATL6YunytZ0Lqg/s1600-h/bk.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsjEaXXWwmFr5i8lZOoFuoqyQgma2vV65TKMnU2UZSpLT0_mNFfV8mz9YpaZJSfhexjUvOsl9ZubUgyitxgXGcXWGfKcUmRZFSsDvBO3wXddKaRv08_yZQGlhTkzTyQATL6YunytZ0Lqg/s320/bk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386172657585636898" /></a><center><span style="font-style:italic;">copyright 1987!</span></center>Grace Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129288262225671104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800575137814952973.post-42560327303346668742009-10-04T16:42:00.001-07:002009-10-04T16:42:08.733-07:00offMy traveling companion (a Canadian Sasquatch who for now will be referred to as "Squatchie") and I decided to drive to PEI. Not only is it a very long drive (over 10 hours), one must keep alert for oversized mooses:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFLTtv_ql-YSUhJmlMHBPhUWqMOOzFPCxpyYgX91H6REppDlzo5t9ZXEE9UcvDwY0K7MejLarO0eLcHYPqZ3dh4Pg31KrIActyIeo6WE6XTAeY5RrgZYBet4dErKCdo9D93_nw0LEaNB0/s1600-h/moose.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFLTtv_ql-YSUhJmlMHBPhUWqMOOzFPCxpyYgX91H6REppDlzo5t9ZXEE9UcvDwY0K7MejLarO0eLcHYPqZ3dh4Pg31KrIActyIeo6WE6XTAeY5RrgZYBet4dErKCdo9D93_nw0LEaNB0/s320/moose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386248518566951810" border="0" /></a><br />which we saw none of. We did, however, see beautiful New Brunswick scenery:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzetNYaAcUJC-RgS0wdb_plA5ULck_HRZxBTbUTo4jqOpHSBX-dECnHl0gFJ9UNEZByRlbhPe5Y34SfHU_Um97oGd4hytrPQW5jRLdUlUhfehSgwGLaJtveEs-2L1moKQFvggaIJEaek0/s1600-h/NB.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzetNYaAcUJC-RgS0wdb_plA5ULck_HRZxBTbUTo4jqOpHSBX-dECnHl0gFJ9UNEZByRlbhPe5Y34SfHU_Um97oGd4hytrPQW5jRLdUlUhfehSgwGLaJtveEs-2L1moKQFvggaIJEaek0/s320/NB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386248448807214050" border="0" /></a><br />And we could not help but stop to see Potato World:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLbqBCpHhsU_lruC7qVmmbykyrpLV7aIMaD-2olVhyphenhyphenG5Wuv7MOv5nita6Js0U9xfy1RGzH4qflDYL-02Bu7nijpzpMvvX3nTPcHTpE4kuo1crKLoq4SeMYcfZD57EAhAhrk8I-KzP2B74/s1600-h/potatoworld.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLbqBCpHhsU_lruC7qVmmbykyrpLV7aIMaD-2olVhyphenhyphenG5Wuv7MOv5nita6Js0U9xfy1RGzH4qflDYL-02Bu7nijpzpMvvX3nTPcHTpE4kuo1crKLoq4SeMYcfZD57EAhAhrk8I-KzP2B74/s320/potatoworld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386248346337131954" border="0" /></a><br />and the longest covered bridge in THE WHOLE WORLD:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgjHTXzeZuHhQuShnFes1zGrQNdTvQBwXlJqqClj2fbJybKHoD7WJ8w4wiNqY1-ffT-P1j4KREvQx2n9U9kGQeGzoauVnNsTGujYlsO_v2bdSCyf3cgIruf24gGD5nvt2VOj4IQgHeh4/s1600-h/coveredbridge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEgjHTXzeZuHhQuShnFes1zGrQNdTvQBwXlJqqClj2fbJybKHoD7WJ8w4wiNqY1-ffT-P1j4KREvQx2n9U9kGQeGzoauVnNsTGujYlsO_v2bdSCyf3cgIruf24gGD5nvt2VOj4IQgHeh4/s320/coveredbridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386248093398096050" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAxqCe1C7EVKejLQoWkh51hnDJpCWzlSFxfns-Nd1HQwHU8Rc1JdVo1kff8jvwQIzj-ChmGxOBeQ2B1Z5lGaFa5G43U9Gzh2yVNvf5oNlM_ZXXi75LNrgH5R0wSwUj-XzBginXqrt44gE/s1600-h/coveredbridge2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAxqCe1C7EVKejLQoWkh51hnDJpCWzlSFxfns-Nd1HQwHU8Rc1JdVo1kff8jvwQIzj-ChmGxOBeQ2B1Z5lGaFa5G43U9Gzh2yVNvf5oNlM_ZXXi75LNrgH5R0wSwUj-XzBginXqrt44gE/s320/coveredbridge2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386248028997014898" border="0" /></a><br />but seeing these additional sights made the trip even longer so by the time we made it to PEI, all we saw was:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEuRIx_NAjh3eVi3RL4AYVCRnuJNNYuGRY5ZTlYbfsb8k3GDnLsEEzO3u5KyUaVEBFFvBy9WWA3oIIjs_cegyK6325iuRR2JUj61T_9VxP-ECjLvZAvDAyRWbbRH5Rbum8rv-LbtR_Jis/s1600-h/night.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEuRIx_NAjh3eVi3RL4AYVCRnuJNNYuGRY5ZTlYbfsb8k3GDnLsEEzO3u5KyUaVEBFFvBy9WWA3oIIjs_cegyK6325iuRR2JUj61T_9VxP-ECjLvZAvDAyRWbbRH5Rbum8rv-LbtR_Jis/s320/night.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386296840839712930" /></a><br />The moon seemed pretty welcoming, though.Grace Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129288262225671104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800575137814952973.post-62456165691311853782009-10-04T16:41:00.001-07:002009-10-04T16:41:43.469-07:00b&bSquatchie and I woke up the next morning to a shiny, albeit a bit drizzly day. I had choosen the B&B we were staying at off the internet and after being there, I must say I was quite proud of myself. It was a completely charming place. The red-headed owner was, as a child, photographed as "Anne" for Maclean's magazine in the '50's! <br /><br />From the sign:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVpvZDz_RMFcapEK-zMEMvu7lRpUNJG0bS-GPrgq3THk4VgrxZePbj1VMqBeeVIohJcI7zjPvh_c1CEIvGgXejI23oV8bWBZW9KwUdhyvtuBt80xEWvgHyShI9DhrC2H0cOgjFSP8qf-8/s1600-h/b&b1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVpvZDz_RMFcapEK-zMEMvu7lRpUNJG0bS-GPrgq3THk4VgrxZePbj1VMqBeeVIohJcI7zjPvh_c1CEIvGgXejI23oV8bWBZW9KwUdhyvtuBt80xEWvgHyShI9DhrC2H0cOgjFSP8qf-8/s320/b&b1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386248913302546402" /></a><br />to the house:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZEVKPnSLxcGctcagVrmq1JXKqUiIrmRSz2d_kcvLKaieVgLzDECKb5t92fv4rgKD3480OnR3Btmum5qFo99Knb2v7G2k1A4Xmpt4eG0uKk5qbsA6C_6hXne3c-_kJg4wxY88mQKKo6Zc/s1600-h/inn.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZEVKPnSLxcGctcagVrmq1JXKqUiIrmRSz2d_kcvLKaieVgLzDECKb5t92fv4rgKD3480OnR3Btmum5qFo99Knb2v7G2k1A4Xmpt4eG0uKk5qbsA6C_6hXne3c-_kJg4wxY88mQKKo6Zc/s320/inn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386248972185802402" /></a><br />to the view:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinOwdLlRihUk_7VaWdiRuOp1RhvT8WgfLotkeAeN6AfuVWvrho1GCqHKf-nG5p5hh2iJ67jm2J7GJPtFqpXmJLd6WFOm96Xj3bAgHoXHPfz_6xCP501DDuv0-GcRVJ5-qZEcO4H9ksPNM/s1600-h/b&B3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinOwdLlRihUk_7VaWdiRuOp1RhvT8WgfLotkeAeN6AfuVWvrho1GCqHKf-nG5p5hh2iJ67jm2J7GJPtFqpXmJLd6WFOm96Xj3bAgHoXHPfz_6xCP501DDuv0-GcRVJ5-qZEcO4H9ksPNM/s320/b&B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386248858245217954" /></a><br />it was truly delightful. We stayed in the lovely Green Room:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-U00sRXaoJ8fCRxQxDKHeBilqseNrvZQ5JBTTalpsBo0q7mSN_A0f4J33nI3fvlpA1K8ztiFw0P9rjnSpDeuaATIiIXrVOT0ejS7AXIf1KaPGty_q_nyCteiFvL9qJ4MzoTN34wKdUWE/s1600-h/green_room_4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-U00sRXaoJ8fCRxQxDKHeBilqseNrvZQ5JBTTalpsBo0q7mSN_A0f4J33nI3fvlpA1K8ztiFw0P9rjnSpDeuaATIiIXrVOT0ejS7AXIf1KaPGty_q_nyCteiFvL9qJ4MzoTN34wKdUWE/s320/green_room_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386299994607853442" /></a><br />and ate the most delicious waffles I've ever had. There is no photo of the waffles because we ate them. <br /> <br /><a href="http://www.mymotherscountryinn.com/index.html"><br />My Mother's Country Inn</a><br />New Glasglow, PEI<br />1 (800) 278-2071<br />902-964-2508Grace Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129288262225671104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800575137814952973.post-289420670241002422009-10-04T16:40:00.004-07:002009-10-04T16:41:06.552-07:00grace of green gablesAfter a delectable and filling breakfast of waffles, bacon, oatmeal, scones, fruit, and tea, we were off. First to Anne's (as in the fictional character Anne Shirley of <a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780553153279">Anne of Green Gables</a>) land of Avonlea...or really, Cavendish, which is the area that Lucy Maud Montgomery based Avonlea on.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhGkX75CjvLXDUzQun1VywDOkrpqmPXs_HH1-HO5r9g_0FVvuGdUfl50xsGdytAu101JYNRcpgZNNjU1PhWUYXwBTuyBKV9R_nWjYCblE5rIEzApGxN7kMANCqxxqSY04XdFIHqs6omik/s1600-h/cavendishsign.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhGkX75CjvLXDUzQun1VywDOkrpqmPXs_HH1-HO5r9g_0FVvuGdUfl50xsGdytAu101JYNRcpgZNNjU1PhWUYXwBTuyBKV9R_nWjYCblE5rIEzApGxN7kMANCqxxqSY04XdFIHqs6omik/s320/cavendishsign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386250304212093762" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, I am a super <a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780553153279">Anne of Green Gables</a> dork. I am SOOO happy to be here!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq9AwnavIy-ovUaoC0dPxg9i9hJBjnLNQP993utvwy-8g2XL8Jco6t9kuWBNYP2zX5-iyI59m-u-iGW_mlgaGiB9TjHAts8ngORLEBxCUhqKMlEdtckA7UVzm28lmkHsACwWSEgVZ6xxU/s1600-h/me_cavendish.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq9AwnavIy-ovUaoC0dPxg9i9hJBjnLNQP993utvwy-8g2XL8Jco6t9kuWBNYP2zX5-iyI59m-u-iGW_mlgaGiB9TjHAts8ngORLEBxCUhqKMlEdtckA7UVzm28lmkHsACwWSEgVZ6xxU/s320/me_cavendish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386250251584210370" border="0" /></a><br />The first place we go, of course, is the <a href="http://www.pc.gc.ca/lhn-nhs/pe/greengables/natcul.aspx#LMM">Green Gables House</a>. Apparently, Lucy Maud based the fictional Green Gables on the house and land that her grandfather's cousins owned.<br /><br />But before we see the house, we sit through a cursory movie about Lucy Maud's life and various installations that contain tidbits of the author and the books. I'm sorry to say that I did not pay attention to most, as I was in a rush to see the house.<br /><br />The only one I did happen to stop at (waiting for Squatchie to catch up) was this one: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9A-6u6VcIEkBx675qWG0YNS3xCYVbGSoqNMPlJCeCDEnBN8Ou3pAil-naVKgFjCGNsU6Fmg9o3KRjJLBxlHeIpqoE5A_uH0Cm6K9xaitJP3yXYBiA05ZXrkpPOfBvbciMSOJtAQQ-dTY/s1600-h/e_nesbit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9A-6u6VcIEkBx675qWG0YNS3xCYVbGSoqNMPlJCeCDEnBN8Ou3pAil-naVKgFjCGNsU6Fmg9o3KRjJLBxlHeIpqoE5A_uH0Cm6K9xaitJP3yXYBiA05ZXrkpPOfBvbciMSOJtAQQ-dTY/s320/e_nesbit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386250084011550594" border="0" /></a><br />which featured "the face" of Anne. Apparently, Lucy Maud happened across a photo of this woman in a magazine, cut it out & pinned it up and imagined Anne around her face. This I found surprising as it is not how I pictured Anne at all. Also, the model (Evelyn Nesbit) had somewhat of a sordid real life--embroiled in a love triangle which had her ex-husband murdering her lover. Not very Anne-ish.<br /><br />But I quickly shrugged off this strange bit of trivia because in my sight was...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0yvuN8oJZ5leP2nrSxsSi9izWrRSwBKl2liScGvlmaOsX0F8bP3U9ldwuCWDnyG-2SXDwPZzbl4VXgMFgzbGhlE4lgpmzxi12i3PN5oCs4oVrt63ParLE80O9MM1AcI0ZJy4EEGCPrg/s1600-h/greengables.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ0yvuN8oJZ5leP2nrSxsSi9izWrRSwBKl2liScGvlmaOsX0F8bP3U9ldwuCWDnyG-2SXDwPZzbl4VXgMFgzbGhlE4lgpmzxi12i3PN5oCs4oVrt63ParLE80O9MM1AcI0ZJy4EEGCPrg/s320/greengables.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386250156626590210" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Green Gables</span>! Just like the book!<br /><br />In fact, it was quite obvious that many pains were taken to make it as much like the book as possible. The interior was faithfully decorated to the descriptions of the book. From Anne's room displaying her first "pretty" dress, a brown gloria with puffed sleeves:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXgWVMXoe-_gPXbwSgtFJdZ0vHAlfcxgx6KDGS-nHJbP4WUREV4GK6EWzk83VI6iqXrWgYDwZTh668NciJvvpL-rquhejNx2EaBfkRfTK6JCgeTiTzYWZ52Ewp8fQzJbapvlJW3xvr1bQ/s1600-h/annes_rm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXgWVMXoe-_gPXbwSgtFJdZ0vHAlfcxgx6KDGS-nHJbP4WUREV4GK6EWzk83VI6iqXrWgYDwZTh668NciJvvpL-rquhejNx2EaBfkRfTK6JCgeTiTzYWZ52Ewp8fQzJbapvlJW3xvr1bQ/s320/annes_rm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386250002550430754" border="0" /></a>to the spare room with Mrs. Lynde's warp cotton tulip quilt. I was especially thrilled about this as I have always wanted a tulip quilt after reading about it in the books, but was never quite sure what they looked like. Now, I know!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGU2UakJjDsstw7vUbo26XXbtQwSVYhNGsulP3adM9KOziZXt60K-U568RAP9IES2Qeysc_owxf1ZPgOCA3isjKnC1uLIewL1JSJOhNG5ECHclmX9wR0JFMzNOMEaqx6usIS79ONNACkk/s1600-h/tulipquilt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGU2UakJjDsstw7vUbo26XXbtQwSVYhNGsulP3adM9KOziZXt60K-U568RAP9IES2Qeysc_owxf1ZPgOCA3isjKnC1uLIewL1JSJOhNG5ECHclmX9wR0JFMzNOMEaqx6usIS79ONNACkk/s320/tulipquilt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386249935359046050" border="0" /></a>And, as I said earlier, not only was the house the basis of the book but the lands were too. There really was a path that Lucy Maud called "Lover's Lane":<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwjVfTxVd6O9GKaobPDsEROsA-s5nWhuWo5t_srzZ7cU9d5qOVEBCV3ZMq8Q0t5y3vs0MFpte5MKq2-wIIZ8wEkwtUk2mSHlmWAnE4gsG_fb1VOT-gMxcU2SNBBLhl-84_2y9ZSVrEwes/s1600-h/lover'slane.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwjVfTxVd6O9GKaobPDsEROsA-s5nWhuWo5t_srzZ7cU9d5qOVEBCV3ZMq8Q0t5y3vs0MFpte5MKq2-wIIZ8wEkwtUk2mSHlmWAnE4gsG_fb1VOT-gMxcU2SNBBLhl-84_2y9ZSVrEwes/s320/lover'slane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386249808045330178" border="0" /></a>with a romantic, rustic bridge over a sparkling brook:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBvyecUqSB0uJ-3DWl0TtdfjWDOpuZMBULPhGzJVHZpOSIHNrM8Dcvtm9_fhNa1UgtlCBFBALHNxbXbbHdXPy4AwOpjdOVEqaxU4NLKq6FPF_QsfXhyphenhyphenDYK4Mos-Zfxbt-wcMxnfi9B9Q/s1600-h/loverslane2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaBvyecUqSB0uJ-3DWl0TtdfjWDOpuZMBULPhGzJVHZpOSIHNrM8Dcvtm9_fhNa1UgtlCBFBALHNxbXbbHdXPy4AwOpjdOVEqaxU4NLKq6FPF_QsfXhyphenhyphenDYK4Mos-Zfxbt-wcMxnfi9B9Q/s320/loverslane2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386249740487667938" border="0" /></a><br />And, there was also a real Haunted Woods too:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVcUbqP6lRZMvluDsXeQKfmolBZ0QwaO9SaBiRz_qup0Z_nQMSWWWWyfZ-9mtRcwuTFSPYYRd-D59PE290x3Q5E-K8T1_qbxg6dz6KW_3O3VFl4rI6cDjHDe_gRgIZDXXxze1MWKnpbXE/s1600-h/hauntedwood.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVcUbqP6lRZMvluDsXeQKfmolBZ0QwaO9SaBiRz_qup0Z_nQMSWWWWyfZ-9mtRcwuTFSPYYRd-D59PE290x3Q5E-K8T1_qbxg6dz6KW_3O3VFl4rI6cDjHDe_gRgIZDXXxze1MWKnpbXE/s320/hauntedwood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386249509703638402" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwLvVqjgQGKUx0guwNdcriLOceA1X-McbiyMTA-Fbqvs8KlCxwmavlvqMqXKG9ZCIvaIN0oKrDOU1kf9JSbm3cLokVQbKQd5tT6Ot_ECFqU16q1_pGtR5m-5p6w52ElkUFlZJ5xNFy7JQ/s1600-h/hauntedwood1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwLvVqjgQGKUx0guwNdcriLOceA1X-McbiyMTA-Fbqvs8KlCxwmavlvqMqXKG9ZCIvaIN0oKrDOU1kf9JSbm3cLokVQbKQd5tT6Ot_ECFqU16q1_pGtR5m-5p6w52ElkUFlZJ5xNFy7JQ/s320/hauntedwood1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386249448235492370" border="0" /></a><br />However, in the book, going through the Haunted Woods led you to Diana's house. Here, going through the Haunted Woods led you to a golf course:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9c-XK48jTRz4xOHge5BjKjU4PUb9Bzd0rk2g5LromBa5fsjwBtuPK6W-wE6WKt07gzhtoEnch_v-pxhyphenhyphenpclfkpQ5z-sQC3F0pAOn9l4bOB2KW3aKodH8x-pZBt2p03EOf_9q2IH6v7KY/s1600-h/golf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9c-XK48jTRz4xOHge5BjKjU4PUb9Bzd0rk2g5LromBa5fsjwBtuPK6W-wE6WKt07gzhtoEnch_v-pxhyphenhyphenpclfkpQ5z-sQC3F0pAOn9l4bOB2KW3aKodH8x-pZBt2p03EOf_9q2IH6v7KY/s320/golf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386249375955480466" border="0" /></a><br />But, I found myself overlooking small details such as these, they were easily ignored, "like spots on cherries." Because for this small half an hour, I was Grace of Green Gables-- with childhood imaginings coming to life in adulthood.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ff_ZcTZOZ6Gsf-pPlXx9p76YMgbO8tRomZ6A9K-YQlE1wVhoOoosmxohZklQ31BuntifiMb2YJX8RATiTyZBWV_WsOsW7StAH5w6kNsyofQ5wBYeUFubMsz2IvNT97eIf2-UFLOl27o/s1600-h/hauntedwood_me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ff_ZcTZOZ6Gsf-pPlXx9p76YMgbO8tRomZ6A9K-YQlE1wVhoOoosmxohZklQ31BuntifiMb2YJX8RATiTyZBWV_WsOsW7StAH5w6kNsyofQ5wBYeUFubMsz2IvNT97eIf2-UFLOl27o/s320/hauntedwood_me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386249640113749298" border="0" /></a> <center><span style="font-style: italic;">me, with my childhood Anne of Green Gables book (dated 1987)</span></center>Grace Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129288262225671104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800575137814952973.post-60916401579949203432009-10-04T16:40:00.003-07:002009-10-04T16:40:44.400-07:00birthplaceThe next place we decided to go...well, even though I say "we" it was really ME...so the next place <span style="font-weight:bold;">I</span> decided to go was Lucy Maud's Birthplace. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQHsc_t2KbHLMhTty_XcA2IxMGHYMfnOV_mbXOnmJR5RQL7PnCkR0_GLNP7C-FCttFGtu1BhMCVLv9dZxgctNVGmjMqBWDRlqJIgyXLrXzyOaqQkXnyKmhy4Y7wDgBnKjy4DTOGRlWzo/s1600-h/birthplace_outside.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQHsc_t2KbHLMhTty_XcA2IxMGHYMfnOV_mbXOnmJR5RQL7PnCkR0_GLNP7C-FCttFGtu1BhMCVLv9dZxgctNVGmjMqBWDRlqJIgyXLrXzyOaqQkXnyKmhy4Y7wDgBnKjy4DTOGRlWzo/s320/birthplace_outside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386251566787073938" border="0" /></a><br />This was not as exciting as I thought it would be as Lucy Maud did not spend more than a few infant months here. Her mother contracted tuberculosis and Lucy Maud was sent away to her grandparents. Lucy Maud's mother, Clara Macneill, died when Lucy Maud was 21 month old. So, in some ways, she was very much like Anne.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjasXefUySHzb8dFjK-RmmDDuMjbpOEVQXrU4EB3Ex5lo5ESGz9hCtZrpfmdqqGh1flrrC3NVFDgaqYEf78jadsuweWdx3qtqhLHpaRjJ_J6iXWqBmsongxgZy_ZZrk5h6OMJ8fIsCmmeY/s1600-h/rm_born.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjasXefUySHzb8dFjK-RmmDDuMjbpOEVQXrU4EB3Ex5lo5ESGz9hCtZrpfmdqqGh1flrrC3NVFDgaqYEf78jadsuweWdx3qtqhLHpaRjJ_J6iXWqBmsongxgZy_ZZrk5h6OMJ8fIsCmmeY/s320/rm_born.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386251389592040738" border="0" /></a> However, I was rather happy to see a real braided rag rug. This, like the tulip quilt, is something also mentioned in the books that I have always kind of longed for. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8bZ8Rwy4BXRY6VvQTKFl4MhrM4p0NrJvWUoO8Uj_RTCQ3GC9n1OjNPpUcWR8JysYpwGx37IprNpYgU-av23AIAqiKxZBgDHtRc0affpfY5XSqKPcadCmD7SoMQljM_aKyxGtRmPkyEM8/s1600-h/braidedrug.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8bZ8Rwy4BXRY6VvQTKFl4MhrM4p0NrJvWUoO8Uj_RTCQ3GC9n1OjNPpUcWR8JysYpwGx37IprNpYgU-av23AIAqiKxZBgDHtRc0affpfY5XSqKPcadCmD7SoMQljM_aKyxGtRmPkyEM8/s320/braidedrug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386251327243772930" border="0" /></a><br />And the birthplace did also had Lucy Maud's wedding outfit, complete with shoes. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7zhwAMzVrkkFaKLG_Y7NTOfC0ZslpKpsy0wZUkS60IpfTsvmK6wWMrrdyDMnohPZUcc76CHZK4XcayqK4wetjdpj60hx8v3Hec43lEA_WhgajXvJ35hjOzpGNzFSeD8b7GAFoN2bNw4/s1600-h/weddingdress.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7zhwAMzVrkkFaKLG_Y7NTOfC0ZslpKpsy0wZUkS60IpfTsvmK6wWMrrdyDMnohPZUcc76CHZK4XcayqK4wetjdpj60hx8v3Hec43lEA_WhgajXvJ35hjOzpGNzFSeD8b7GAFoN2bNw4/s320/weddingdress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386251514402136562" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQqWRsr5Hc-yvHzXicavpMJZlbJgiEIGxILzriuw4LmP2-rPK22zYXSmbTlxJGAn20WNFY63sV8mEKLrMpj3la44_TUr6htSnINJGfHX_K0xO8eE-RmkqHrQT7asHkdVTnT_unmYhHqw8/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQqWRsr5Hc-yvHzXicavpMJZlbJgiEIGxILzriuw4LmP2-rPK22zYXSmbTlxJGAn20WNFY63sV8mEKLrMpj3la44_TUr6htSnINJGfHX_K0xO8eE-RmkqHrQT7asHkdVTnT_unmYhHqw8/s320/shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386251441744060370" border="0" /></a>Back then, they did not make right or left shoes. A shoe was made for your foot, without any specifics. I would imagine these wedding shoes were even less comfortable than today's heels.Grace Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129288262225671104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800575137814952973.post-36115907690438667152009-10-04T16:40:00.001-07:002009-10-04T16:40:19.319-07:00museum of anneAfter the relatively short visit at Lucy Maud's birthplace, we...er, I decided the next stop would be the <a href="http://www.annesociety.org/anne/index.cfm?id=206">Anne of Green Gables Museum</a>.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpywPSApgnDScpmYkYjDbX1WKS6qC4146dRPuQviaoI1scPihOmwYMeQp4CEyuKAMEFaYQEf4JgjtmPnid3fyr06jFAX5n2HH5Ra0y_we4jFmJ91jGFLJ031mruEoEB111yspZdUD6w2c/s1600-h/museum1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpywPSApgnDScpmYkYjDbX1WKS6qC4146dRPuQviaoI1scPihOmwYMeQp4CEyuKAMEFaYQEf4JgjtmPnid3fyr06jFAX5n2HH5Ra0y_we4jFmJ91jGFLJ031mruEoEB111yspZdUD6w2c/s320/museum1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386260425314471794" border="0" /></a><br />I found this place quite fascinating. The museum is actually "Silver Bush" the settings of where Lucy Maud's books <a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780613749305">Pat of Silver Bush</a> and <a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780770422462">Mistress Pat</a> are based on. It was the home of her cousins' and where she had many happy and fond memories.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-WN1_2XwzovuwT5xy-0yoVyQpMXnP_qxw0FwPrf4RQ3sjDHeiK6VJBPOu6C1CE4eIalHDfFfOvjTdaoP8Am_bkZsXl5Bf9By5Z05ppVvu4iGlB2ofGypEHlUhUmCRzVL_AxPvLBzZGoA/s1600-h/museum2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-WN1_2XwzovuwT5xy-0yoVyQpMXnP_qxw0FwPrf4RQ3sjDHeiK6VJBPOu6C1CE4eIalHDfFfOvjTdaoP8Am_bkZsXl5Bf9By5Z05ppVvu4iGlB2ofGypEHlUhUmCRzVL_AxPvLBzZGoA/s320/museum2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386260351704280626" border="0" /></a><br />In fact, she was married right in this parlor. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbKhGoes8RWzMjtS15hf-A47AqK63R8-_l5eA6EmbZObKQXeHmIbrXkm2jbnesL0j9_u6Hml_c6aQHO7RYEfpCdFCBKokqxszWIIPneQmfViVzbkNdXUzQh-G4n_f3A7ArIs7rpCc10D8/s1600-h/parlor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbKhGoes8RWzMjtS15hf-A47AqK63R8-_l5eA6EmbZObKQXeHmIbrXkm2jbnesL0j9_u6Hml_c6aQHO7RYEfpCdFCBKokqxszWIIPneQmfViVzbkNdXUzQh-G4n_f3A7ArIs7rpCc10D8/s320/parlor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386260277813857266" border="0" /></a>Apparently, modern-day couples can get <a href="http://www.annesociety.org/anne/index.cfm?id=209">married</a> here as well. It is said to be especially popular with passionate Japanese fans.<br /><br />I have to admit that I can kind of understand that. Because the museum has an incredible amount of fascinating memorabilia. This is the glass door bookcase where Lucy Maud imagined a friend from her reflection, much like Anne's Katie Maurice:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxfm_onLr4DrdPM46C1WDsJBNTZbrk-l0SvQ1DiYer6nTpg4XWS3Y6H_4QjPPLVNkxj5TbFfUhe62oO5MvOo18LDWfrupUVyYahmi5W2aHQJ-sG_6fMPpJjoKG_aCcF26YJyzDcBVADoo/s1600-h/cupboard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxfm_onLr4DrdPM46C1WDsJBNTZbrk-l0SvQ1DiYer6nTpg4XWS3Y6H_4QjPPLVNkxj5TbFfUhe62oO5MvOo18LDWfrupUVyYahmi5W2aHQJ-sG_6fMPpJjoKG_aCcF26YJyzDcBVADoo/s320/cupboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386260185224982578" border="0" /></a><br />And these are the dishes and drawer/vanity that Lucy Maud describes in <a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780553233704">Emily of the New Moon</a>:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDWcWCNK8IMo0gCt8wtQeIuqP7Pd9Qw_zAVh1T8FPbE8rxjd5Z-gp7Q3SvXSNnwi6yYntwG-F8738bGhRxCznSH0Ll9glTFwY_Ir7mjw0uX7RX1y5aa1Cb3nVEtaPlZivln0olpZvVUnY/s1600-h/newmoon_dishes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDWcWCNK8IMo0gCt8wtQeIuqP7Pd9Qw_zAVh1T8FPbE8rxjd5Z-gp7Q3SvXSNnwi6yYntwG-F8738bGhRxCznSH0Ll9glTFwY_Ir7mjw0uX7RX1y5aa1Cb3nVEtaPlZivln0olpZvVUnY/s320/newmoon_dishes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386260117752222994" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4J_nmcWytmp_VrDiLomAiuFdFVRj49WESAYwJYx5G8i9g7_27Akt79qMICnpoyfQ4CDyQHPKvgrvMF_fi11GjDZjUIQM8ZdawEPghd8tdA70dlthyQd0y21WlG6KwhfAD3oePbBaxaww/s1600-h/drawer_emily.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4J_nmcWytmp_VrDiLomAiuFdFVRj49WESAYwJYx5G8i9g7_27Akt79qMICnpoyfQ4CDyQHPKvgrvMF_fi11GjDZjUIQM8ZdawEPghd8tdA70dlthyQd0y21WlG6KwhfAD3oePbBaxaww/s320/drawer_emily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386259985743973842" border="0" /></a><br />And across the street is the real Lake of Shining Waters<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjanrNKylfcZysUaMmlsEn6qyg2lSYLCvw13e67WIwiXrzbtv3ooyC1-lWbcd1Iw8Sfrxub1Q0uYVrnbBzzYXuTLO3epMPHCkaO0IQOxTLKncmD9mq1mPMr4VmwxY4xvcCqsjCOCj3lOgM/s1600-h/me_lake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjanrNKylfcZysUaMmlsEn6qyg2lSYLCvw13e67WIwiXrzbtv3ooyC1-lWbcd1Iw8Sfrxub1Q0uYVrnbBzzYXuTLO3epMPHCkaO0IQOxTLKncmD9mq1mPMr4VmwxY4xvcCqsjCOCj3lOgM/s320/me_lake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386259740039216722" border="0" /></a><br /><br />with lovely landscape all around:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2EtM1i6NuS96ZRFyUy6QGPi2TtF0n-nHNQAXZNC_pq6pqn39zK6K8nrrXxu8Q5WnXMsY-nwzXpVB9xdBUQePBXQrzJl8Qh-W5a9Qwqdp32O_7FEqugZ1BNd44cyK4Brqbvo-V2lwBk3c/s1600-h/landscape4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2EtM1i6NuS96ZRFyUy6QGPi2TtF0n-nHNQAXZNC_pq6pqn39zK6K8nrrXxu8Q5WnXMsY-nwzXpVB9xdBUQePBXQrzJl8Qh-W5a9Qwqdp32O_7FEqugZ1BNd44cyK4Brqbvo-V2lwBk3c/s320/landscape4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386259630737119986" border="0" /></a>Grace Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129288262225671104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800575137814952973.post-79470543961015233772009-10-04T16:39:00.003-07:002009-10-04T16:39:53.624-07:00teaTo continue the extreme girly-ness of the day, I decided to visit the Blue Winds Tea House. This incredibly sweet tea house serves treats made from recipes found in LM Montgomery's journals, "New Moon Pudding" for example. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijighDGfFBT7toSaW7JVYRpbtokuHte7PFFFnMiqGnQ-jVEw2tGYS6TKT2nJJEB0l0goIZsmn8jlviNRu-K26bBGk7AQz9vZf8yCsrVYIpWIvgAPt4wKZJu9S0zYsaiH032CVA00Q2zzo/s1600-h/tea_rm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijighDGfFBT7toSaW7JVYRpbtokuHte7PFFFnMiqGnQ-jVEw2tGYS6TKT2nJJEB0l0goIZsmn8jlviNRu-K26bBGk7AQz9vZf8yCsrVYIpWIvgAPt4wKZJu9S0zYsaiH032CVA00Q2zzo/s320/tea_rm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386257246783990098" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC7oGRhPb58xAP2045IFdPk8ZBc8SEu0Ypn_erSLlzBOypkFtIe57z22UCsBHT73zgKWBQfl4xCM61JoCzdJdtqjxwvQQPjkbvrCYucjFjTwDUfWkAy0E13i6O-540IFz9AfO8FuYfLJ0/s1600-h/tea_rm2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC7oGRhPb58xAP2045IFdPk8ZBc8SEu0Ypn_erSLlzBOypkFtIe57z22UCsBHT73zgKWBQfl4xCM61JoCzdJdtqjxwvQQPjkbvrCYucjFjTwDUfWkAy0E13i6O-540IFz9AfO8FuYfLJ0/s320/tea_rm2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386257171388566930" /></a><br />I chose their high tea menu: egg sandwiches, scone, shortbread, peach poundcake, tea and the Lucy Maud's famous <span style="font-weight:bold;">raspberry cordial</span>.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimA8T06_y8p7y3C28Yciv7N_AaKkuAJbJwgJhLi27eFzrHfLH6DPoRzhYthCfniDMVW3GoNpd8VvZq1y4dLp2su5vreU-b6EaaHEcmPlbm_jCPO3r1aJGVbYVNvQGKtMpyULff-W3Cz6g/s1600-h/hightea.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimA8T06_y8p7y3C28Yciv7N_AaKkuAJbJwgJhLi27eFzrHfLH6DPoRzhYthCfniDMVW3GoNpd8VvZq1y4dLp2su5vreU-b6EaaHEcmPlbm_jCPO3r1aJGVbYVNvQGKtMpyULff-W3Cz6g/s320/hightea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386257084231117666" /></a><br />Those familiar with the Anne books know that raspberry cordial played a large part in the first book. Anne invites her best friend Diana over for tea and mistakenly serves red currant wine instead of raspberry cordial to her. Subsequently, Diana returns home drunk and is forbidden to play with Anne ever again. <br /><br />Here I am, sipping the raspberry cordial:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKEed-zOnqIhNCPXszjmLOqRd7WpsDmOm0QBoOb78wsd62blanMe74_8oCxqJCxPwvpdFHdqt2AV8kuv_8i4AjFyGEAYSejWW4yKUXT-I33yP-_3O0zTQ1VV-tJOZiax_3Ikgstb0XC-E/s1600-h/drinking_cordial.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKEed-zOnqIhNCPXszjmLOqRd7WpsDmOm0QBoOb78wsd62blanMe74_8oCxqJCxPwvpdFHdqt2AV8kuv_8i4AjFyGEAYSejWW4yKUXT-I33yP-_3O0zTQ1VV-tJOZiax_3Ikgstb0XC-E/s320/drinking_cordial.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386257004484634402" /></a><br />or is this the currant wine? <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6kyhzD_Tp0b20kMv1umCHyi-lECo3RI7e6pGxrqJaY5RNpKQ1Na99_G9T-xgqukOKt7S0JcTx5nKB8__AG-OMCjIz80j4pca79F7GrLxtqwOxc4SYvqyt_qleuWLx0OAccY_WZGEf4g/s1600-h/cordial_drunk.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif6kyhzD_Tp0b20kMv1umCHyi-lECo3RI7e6pGxrqJaY5RNpKQ1Na99_G9T-xgqukOKt7S0JcTx5nKB8__AG-OMCjIz80j4pca79F7GrLxtqwOxc4SYvqyt_qleuWLx0OAccY_WZGEf4g/s320/cordial_drunk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386256936663593474" /></a>I'm starting to feel a bit tipsy....Grace Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129288262225671104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800575137814952973.post-61893669487521243932009-10-04T16:39:00.001-07:002009-10-04T16:39:30.913-07:00descriptions come to lifeComing from a picturebook background, I struggle with writing description. I often tell students how after sending in my first draft of <a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780316060028">The Year of the Dog</a> my editor sent it back to me with the note "You need to add at least 2-4 description on each page." This was because I hadn't written ANY. In picturebooks, there are always illustrations so I never had to write description before. Now, I had to learn.<br /><br />And one of authors I studied was, of course, Lucy Maud Montgomery. Even if you don't like the Anne books, you should have the deepest respect for her ability to create beautiful images from words. And, while visiting PEI, my admiration for her only increased. So much of what she had written was exactly like the land around me.<br /><br />From the red earth,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggpKDTxE8hAs7nncsYsLn-NRDnrgOoVMOs4x6MfdqT8Ka70DSvT3kgvvD6O6LrUkgCCTvgV8u6LRsK1Xv8Q6vy0a6WpUjZSStItWTZ22zA4jTlFdjDT-DMqhdfTMNUwphQUZMZk2Uo4xM/s1600-h/redearth.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggpKDTxE8hAs7nncsYsLn-NRDnrgOoVMOs4x6MfdqT8Ka70DSvT3kgvvD6O6LrUkgCCTvgV8u6LRsK1Xv8Q6vy0a6WpUjZSStItWTZ22zA4jTlFdjDT-DMqhdfTMNUwphQUZMZk2Uo4xM/s320/redearth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386256305775436802" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">to the placid animals,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-IjDoyUZN1YSuF42BRwUrxmHabRWKIvDgmDjI5qFhpPpjAt7QLSmJ-Otq9zfWHfs9JxajBb1KGznhWZd4LApBxcej0md2Xy5_bSP8Hy_jrK8aUT1Z8ictezUTUv9zjsHCn0-QwAxnrA/s1600-h/sheep.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-IjDoyUZN1YSuF42BRwUrxmHabRWKIvDgmDjI5qFhpPpjAt7QLSmJ-Otq9zfWHfs9JxajBb1KGznhWZd4LApBxcej0md2Xy5_bSP8Hy_jrK8aUT1Z8ictezUTUv9zjsHCn0-QwAxnrA/s320/sheep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386256227991171090" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4yJJ9s9MH04fBj7LPnDXvYTAr5ordtnpPbW7yByB3_3QJzWSRa9_1dwGvFghNYgtnFtA7e8fVExT9V-Oz8tY46yIX1Koyn4uGmXOeAZFhj38ftqW-3EDIcLlLo-WXPjGBoYB7mGIAWwI/s1600-h/oreo_cow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4yJJ9s9MH04fBj7LPnDXvYTAr5ordtnpPbW7yByB3_3QJzWSRa9_1dwGvFghNYgtnFtA7e8fVExT9V-Oz8tY46yIX1Koyn4uGmXOeAZFhj38ftqW-3EDIcLlLo-WXPjGBoYB7mGIAWwI/s320/oreo_cow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386256158829536530" border="0" /></a><center><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >(Squatchie & I dubbed this the "oreo cow")</span></center><br /></div><br />to the mirroring water,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4l-KW-oF6E6NR5ylGG_Ja9h6zxNS5zSIYXrqpfw3rFQKwzFlz9uFHh0z4baMfKoghoU5d5kndXh7bwjGjeQxj36-QM6SRdkAf3SebjS476ujftbwA6LMK4lepqmsR0Dz3ZEBGgJMba9k/s1600-h/landscape_water.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4l-KW-oF6E6NR5ylGG_Ja9h6zxNS5zSIYXrqpfw3rFQKwzFlz9uFHh0z4baMfKoghoU5d5kndXh7bwjGjeQxj36-QM6SRdkAf3SebjS476ujftbwA6LMK4lepqmsR0Dz3ZEBGgJMba9k/s320/landscape_water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386256067220103698" border="0" /></a>the sapphire blue gulfs, <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJmGkVFM19AxAY_lzkpbZwWKLA9qvoVoCXKVIDa-OUCLYXQmZ-xidefGbRh56mYvJdBjK_iHUlKv9JEFYYNoF0KR0RMHXMo8gzTyCvF99qCfU1Hahs-wrLVc4ObUkikEtFqIyAk8fzZS4/s1600-h/landscape3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJmGkVFM19AxAY_lzkpbZwWKLA9qvoVoCXKVIDa-OUCLYXQmZ-xidefGbRh56mYvJdBjK_iHUlKv9JEFYYNoF0KR0RMHXMo8gzTyCvF99qCfU1Hahs-wrLVc4ObUkikEtFqIyAk8fzZS4/s320/landscape3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386256002672557442" border="0" /></a><br />and the silver and gold light:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM3Bhx7N7EQUe9SFuqoj4Zfezps1p-YL1HJ5EHVLcpZMXHtjDFS-u9XFxW0XNGUpjgctkVnwnU3bHkis4bfV6iDGq1AKcy4Nv3wf6R3qxcF5njjzqZStqWwYbNOwblzNIPenqPU6dyYYU/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM3Bhx7N7EQUe9SFuqoj4Zfezps1p-YL1HJ5EHVLcpZMXHtjDFS-u9XFxW0XNGUpjgctkVnwnU3bHkis4bfV6iDGq1AKcy4Nv3wf6R3qxcF5njjzqZStqWwYbNOwblzNIPenqPU6dyYYU/s320/sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386255498968217202" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">"The sun had set some time since, but the landscape was still clear in the mellow afterlight. To the west a dark church spire rose up against a marigold sky. Below was a little valley and beyond a long, gently-rising slope with snug farmsteads scattered along it."</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> -LM Montgomery, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Anne of Green Gables</span></div></blockquote>Grace Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129288262225671104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800575137814952973.post-45385803980437636842009-10-04T16:38:00.004-07:002009-10-04T16:39:12.058-07:00beach breakTaking a break from <span style="font-style: italic;">Anne</span>, we visited Brackley Beach. It's September and a bit on the chilly side, but even with that the beach was still beautiful.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiho1uj6gD1BDpS1kR6Xce9HRtDPVlfdhGnr3xGT15bU2I52b1TedIDIQakUYHLaxgoV1BHZgeYz3-GoEbgL1LnQa8pWXZ8DW0frzCi5TEDzqDRcZQK5qEr6roeUYe2FHelCA55U-ENHUI/s1600-h/beach1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiho1uj6gD1BDpS1kR6Xce9HRtDPVlfdhGnr3xGT15bU2I52b1TedIDIQakUYHLaxgoV1BHZgeYz3-GoEbgL1LnQa8pWXZ8DW0frzCi5TEDzqDRcZQK5qEr6roeUYe2FHelCA55U-ENHUI/s320/beach1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386257943482067778" border="0" /></a><br />The colors are gorgeous in PEI. On land, it is a symphony of emerald and gold and silver, but on the shores the it is the a warm burnt sienna red of the sand and the deep blue ocean that paint the picture. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfBEBxwIigQWhuDgmaOJEON09wT5NDBTHBDpUd67kWBX_fLdfHdmY0tmR6W1CvO23F-dYGjlHVWHbCJAFQVyH5vXG_R1lYifUoivBWT1vWguRRCrkKkheWJTfyfpzsNy8CQ5Zh05eq7n8/s1600-h/beach3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfBEBxwIigQWhuDgmaOJEON09wT5NDBTHBDpUd67kWBX_fLdfHdmY0tmR6W1CvO23F-dYGjlHVWHbCJAFQVyH5vXG_R1lYifUoivBWT1vWguRRCrkKkheWJTfyfpzsNy8CQ5Zh05eq7n8/s320/beach3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386257873348631730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiswhG39wOnPxOnOZihRCCs-6AcNrsFj-Cut_fuuZEH3OZGcRAi9gjN-Rw-N2LAylvhAWvD7cAUMmI0ZWtZuJ7YAhiFBPq989ckd_GWYbXJwKHlUDXBVQ5HcXZ7tZlv8-udzykwxxZ6aFw/s1600-h/squatchie_beach.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiswhG39wOnPxOnOZihRCCs-6AcNrsFj-Cut_fuuZEH3OZGcRAi9gjN-Rw-N2LAylvhAWvD7cAUMmI0ZWtZuJ7YAhiFBPq989ckd_GWYbXJwKHlUDXBVQ5HcXZ7tZlv8-udzykwxxZ6aFw/s320/squatchie_beach.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386724286587791810" /></a> While I made a little collection of egg-shaped rocks, Squatchie took some photos--I think the first photos he actually took for himself. I guess he really wanted to capture the moment that he was sans-<span style="font-style: italic;">Anne </span>that day!Grace Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129288262225671104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800575137814952973.post-91358658896463219052009-10-04T16:38:00.003-07:002009-10-04T16:38:48.722-07:00lobster supperWe visited PEI in the off-season which was good for some things--few tourist crowds (which is why we are the only ones in the photos, there was barely anyone else there!), the B&B was a steal--but bad for others. Visiting off-season meant that many restaurants were closed or had very limited hours. But even with the restaurant challenges, we were able to partake in a PEI special--a lobster supper.<br /><br />Maybe because of my Asian heritage, I have never experienced a church dinner or a spaghetti supper. So this was a very new experience for me. As we entered, we purchased a ticket for what size lobster we wanted (I opted for a 1.5 pounder). Then were led to an enormous cafeteria, filled with locals and tourists and tables covered with plastic checked tablecloths. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQUD7XKOTvrUuQ3SyGSWxYV1P2PBBm0h9BjtsPThLqRW6pXIGLIbdAhuKQ8qkKEQAsg3AoVqtNuC-PxF9Hew5irkuTgcO88iseEpG56W6y5DWhOW7lsJEX7yYGzX99TVmbjLXZeFxV89I/s1600-h/howtoeat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQUD7XKOTvrUuQ3SyGSWxYV1P2PBBm0h9BjtsPThLqRW6pXIGLIbdAhuKQ8qkKEQAsg3AoVqtNuC-PxF9Hew5irkuTgcO88iseEpG56W6y5DWhOW7lsJEX7yYGzX99TVmbjLXZeFxV89I/s320/howtoeat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386258378863365042" /></a><br />After sitting down, we were treated to all you could eat chowder, mussels, potato salad, and coleslaw. They brought everything to you in big buckets which they quickly refilled until you requested them not to.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEHm_V3JvCD3xXM3mHFvGGa3KjLN0vZSeoBx265ADNctcRfGelKhSoOjR7C80yXfIBnH8tL7_3vx_yI3_FEFlpXR1MOzJ6VWZdn7QnyhGbOrTpCuC1QPKL2810TALLjIcm514mGHsE81w/s1600-h/mussels.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEHm_V3JvCD3xXM3mHFvGGa3KjLN0vZSeoBx265ADNctcRfGelKhSoOjR7C80yXfIBnH8tL7_3vx_yI3_FEFlpXR1MOzJ6VWZdn7QnyhGbOrTpCuC1QPKL2810TALLjIcm514mGHsE81w/s320/mussels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386258276929027170" /></a><br />Then, just as you were about to burst, a plastic bib was tied onto you and the lobster came out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTpULZz2CZaMHCi1vrtu1KeDob-aEi9KLPxKf1g77Y27ENVvGOlbCbE-1-n0IuuZUv4UbeG39eMCCoXxVDcfO9-2TwfHL87-zBtW0kKZU3BD7K7hVyXMRcEZblT3yp5r87vx7LOApqFXU/s1600-h/lobster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTpULZz2CZaMHCi1vrtu1KeDob-aEi9KLPxKf1g77Y27ENVvGOlbCbE-1-n0IuuZUv4UbeG39eMCCoXxVDcfO9-2TwfHL87-zBtW0kKZU3BD7K7hVyXMRcEZblT3yp5r87vx7LOApqFXU/s320/lobster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386258204585704850" /></a>And it was so good! The meat was so tender and juicy! But rather messy. I was glad of the plastic bib, which everyone seemed to wear without embarrassment (though Squatchie refused to put one on). <br /><br />It was a dinner of sloppy yet tasty excess--just as eating lobster should be, now that I think about it. I suppose that is why Lucy Maud never mentioned lobster suppers in any of her books. She probably couldn't imagine Anne in a plastic bib anymore than I could. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.peilobstersuppers.com/index.html">New Glasgow Lobster Suppers</a><br />#604 Route 258<br />New Glasgow, Prince Edward Island<br />Phone Number: 902-964-2870Grace Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129288262225671104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800575137814952973.post-15725559691659520452009-10-04T16:38:00.001-07:002009-10-04T16:38:26.782-07:00bottle housesI took pity on Squatchie and decided to visit a couple of non-<span style="font-style:italic;">Anne</span> sites. One gray and grizzley morning, we went off to explore the West Cape of PEI. One of the odder sights we stopped at was the <a href="http://www.bottlehouses.com/about.cfm">Bottle Houses.<br /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwawwI-_IJ8eHyoUUN5qMPFIQuA3mMkcUNsfUZHWhjg7IqNNmd8S1QBgPPfKkYSCkD0HKCakwd6d0aXlgLnMwUukKUg-YqwoTsPckgYRcl2AYigA0Kp9CysqHyZaoKpbOqxFbtpHqEDcI/s1600-h/bottle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwawwI-_IJ8eHyoUUN5qMPFIQuA3mMkcUNsfUZHWhjg7IqNNmd8S1QBgPPfKkYSCkD0HKCakwd6d0aXlgLnMwUukKUg-YqwoTsPckgYRcl2AYigA0Kp9CysqHyZaoKpbOqxFbtpHqEDcI/s320/bottle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386261642449808386" border="0" /></a><br />I had heard about bottle houses from <a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780805071313">a children's book</a> so this sight definitely piqued my interest. I find the idea of transforming something considered worthless into something beautiful very appealing so I was rather excited.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA8mzxLtYouvGmDkmbHMjd4hcaHZtD5Y5yW7IuJpkyw17ILt-IEMAx_YiloqruzetvZDg2C_cnWXJ_vcmZ8_aK4WdU9c70NfyVXV4ctDOneyQkjNU59RCXNn3jXABqxyAwoiEP9bjN-ZU/s1600-h/bottle2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA8mzxLtYouvGmDkmbHMjd4hcaHZtD5Y5yW7IuJpkyw17ILt-IEMAx_YiloqruzetvZDg2C_cnWXJ_vcmZ8_aK4WdU9c70NfyVXV4ctDOneyQkjNU59RCXNn3jXABqxyAwoiEP9bjN-ZU/s320/bottle2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386261529160238978" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2pjTRIU0qKWCWbnwIfbvAt-NIX4ni_rLxjr5SuyGnMfWD5w1ZZc2uorYBv0w2zdLdWzVnlsAjDpn2xA7vozAC_c-zq_Nlj_KQHPP7WPOM7AwsA_UmenHi8qpOK-y-WqtHp9Y5iA7tf0/s1600-h/bottle1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2pjTRIU0qKWCWbnwIfbvAt-NIX4ni_rLxjr5SuyGnMfWD5w1ZZc2uorYBv0w2zdLdWzVnlsAjDpn2xA7vozAC_c-zq_Nlj_KQHPP7WPOM7AwsA_UmenHi8qpOK-y-WqtHp9Y5iA7tf0/s320/bottle1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386261435077057314" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGOyeBt8NgvoFtkNvglrwSXUykaYJmH1m0RGByyxwfK12LjI05_EHdw2ZiY8qb3vPcoNFZAqdWBbXmUHXU4813J1OqJDz6iroGVBHss9a5-77qrypHNa1v_kVCrABVx8ZRBvvardGSPW0/s1600-h/me_bottle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGOyeBt8NgvoFtkNvglrwSXUykaYJmH1m0RGByyxwfK12LjI05_EHdw2ZiY8qb3vPcoNFZAqdWBbXmUHXU4813J1OqJDz6iroGVBHss9a5-77qrypHNa1v_kVCrABVx8ZRBvvardGSPW0/s320/me_bottle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386261156013584274" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhu-u42ycr27LJqPWnH4uvk78FBQP7U7TbZ3SpeuIOJqt4FROKm3ejV3G9O8ix-vPgbGuvFfTJogtGKZTUknOwPRPpTyRnVfaRREYHveAsQu9nzvzubQLelTPmoR-IBO2VTk4wDyOg6uI/s1600-h/window.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhu-u42ycr27LJqPWnH4uvk78FBQP7U7TbZ3SpeuIOJqt4FROKm3ejV3G9O8ix-vPgbGuvFfTJogtGKZTUknOwPRPpTyRnVfaRREYHveAsQu9nzvzubQLelTPmoR-IBO2VTk4wDyOg6uI/s320/window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386261037904850930" border="0" /></a><br />But I have to admit that I found it more humorous than inspiring. The creator, Edouard Arsenault, built three bottle structures. Interestingly, one of the three one was a chapel, complete with pews. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimpn_dIREw3lE3PvSYkfFjHfY2X-sqB5n9Vx-WQbh-7dHvxMuh2FrykVQT6LXy4oUMNKhubAapTP458G5IZ0BFYfqt5EZuhbrAQfL7m06ZsrhBPLFxGBlGDsREthUEYKSUuCW0BwgJz0/s1600-h/chapel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimpn_dIREw3lE3PvSYkfFjHfY2X-sqB5n9Vx-WQbh-7dHvxMuh2FrykVQT6LXy4oUMNKhubAapTP458G5IZ0BFYfqt5EZuhbrAQfL7m06ZsrhBPLFxGBlGDsREthUEYKSUuCW0BwgJz0/s320/chapel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386261331361434242" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakThfReioMRowcNBaCcFBicWnjj78toIpcKYLHDkmuIkpnZF5K6RD-qhBc-3jmn4jbVkSoorHj6OzNOhrMP70ycih6l_zxWadGy1vUTOXXPRcjpJUmiPm5xDWwEM7jOuBPhyRiBHupGE/s1600-h/pews.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakThfReioMRowcNBaCcFBicWnjj78toIpcKYLHDkmuIkpnZF5K6RD-qhBc-3jmn4jbVkSoorHj6OzNOhrMP70ycih6l_zxWadGy1vUTOXXPRcjpJUmiPm5xDWwEM7jOuBPhyRiBHupGE/s320/pews.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387434343236602546" /></a><br />While the next structure was a tavern, which I suppose so you could quickly and conveniently go and get a nice hard drink after attending a religious sermon. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7aUsf_r9XSZmAnFGWixhfRvqtpIjcncRIB5DtE_xhrWJW5bmes10FL13SaAevBd5BjiNYg6PTyHh-UByFGcKxqqOo2A0K1XTR6kdlxy30NPQiNahpvIaF_MBYI3vVB3YWmQDh6XhVtV4/s1600-h/bar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7aUsf_r9XSZmAnFGWixhfRvqtpIjcncRIB5DtE_xhrWJW5bmes10FL13SaAevBd5BjiNYg6PTyHh-UByFGcKxqqOo2A0K1XTR6kdlxy30NPQiNahpvIaF_MBYI3vVB3YWmQDh6XhVtV4/s320/bar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386261271519806194" border="0" /></a><br />I found this hilariously revealing about the character of the creator. He spent over four years to build these structures and made sure one was a church and another was a bar! I guess there is a reason why he had so many bottles.<br /><br />You can get <a href="http://www.bottlehouses.com/gallery.cfm?galleryID=42">married here</a> as well. I wonder if you can have the reception in the tavern?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBzTISJXAg_bLZSls-o-8NX9hB6FvRYU1ZtmmgduSyWwavauoUPsP7IYj94aiU19I-zAC7z6v0cQRGq8w-pkKDyMItFD0C7q3Mke8heLJhfJ2FpMbsORXa-YglbGe9J3j2E4KIAzxi2tw/s1600-h/me_bottle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBzTISJXAg_bLZSls-o-8NX9hB6FvRYU1ZtmmgduSyWwavauoUPsP7IYj94aiU19I-zAC7z6v0cQRGq8w-pkKDyMItFD0C7q3Mke8heLJhfJ2FpMbsORXa-YglbGe9J3j2E4KIAzxi2tw/s320/me_bottle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386264286988077394" border="0" /></a>Regardless, it was a fun stop if not exactly what I expected. Squatchie was disappointed that the houses were not really habitable and that there were only three. He also tried to calculate how much the bottle deposit return would be.Grace Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129288262225671104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800575137814952973.post-35197907548791170762009-10-04T16:37:00.004-07:002009-10-04T16:38:06.160-07:00windmillsWe were enjoying the pastoral landscape on drive of the west cape, when we suddenly began to see windmills. Not the Dutch sail-type, but modern, white metal ones--part of the windfarms that create energy for PEI. Like gigantic, mechanical trees, they grew on the horizon in direct contrast with the bucolic countryside.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF1GYwieyD241KCfbm-BArfy5THzB220I3VikNFBxIqV2Rg99RjAxtp8RXhHpGC2_2bCpjAv4fOtuf3PnyYm0FRvzAuVjkQQxIIU0z_gmH9AjaQ6qyK6IJodDw1w70cmEXC7_eGrP0tJA/s1600-h/windmill2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF1GYwieyD241KCfbm-BArfy5THzB220I3VikNFBxIqV2Rg99RjAxtp8RXhHpGC2_2bCpjAv4fOtuf3PnyYm0FRvzAuVjkQQxIIU0z_gmH9AjaQ6qyK6IJodDw1w70cmEXC7_eGrP0tJA/s320/windmill2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386264570937727314" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9LSbVx7ymlWrli2j8oGd3jZD5NIKDWkCu1xcsXwG1CVrOWkdXZUd4fRIhOklvLob-jdbk2Lfay8lM6NczcVrLHYhbMo52nbS3Z9frKRSjsVk4_uv7nBvy-fl0ZuZxAamPFOHNExJBB8Q/s1600-h/windmills.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9LSbVx7ymlWrli2j8oGd3jZD5NIKDWkCu1xcsXwG1CVrOWkdXZUd4fRIhOklvLob-jdbk2Lfay8lM6NczcVrLHYhbMo52nbS3Z9frKRSjsVk4_uv7nBvy-fl0ZuZxAamPFOHNExJBB8Q/s320/windmills.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386264486797990274" /></a><br />It was fascinating and wondrous at the same time. Some residents dislike them, finding the dissimilarity to their natural scenery distasteful--but both Squatchie and I found it mesmerizing. I actually thought they were beautiful, making the landscape an elegant blend of past and present. <br /><br />The photos don't do justice to the enormous size of them. We were able to get fairly close to some of them and they were really were awe-inspiring. I can completely understand how one windmill could produce 2 million kilowatts of power in a year--they are amazing and powerful. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3mVmuk3pB4e_rswxH2FwG5J4kUDZrVFGOnUbeTipWcsNRvm4azA_WvDuJaS-ES6eM0qV-aFoTvFPjUA3mVAuihKTt1lyi7r5-ZPQANkBb-hveq8LOS-vJeBU9fyyWIXgUJ3xnHC00W4/s1600-h/windmill_close.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3mVmuk3pB4e_rswxH2FwG5J4kUDZrVFGOnUbeTipWcsNRvm4azA_WvDuJaS-ES6eM0qV-aFoTvFPjUA3mVAuihKTt1lyi7r5-ZPQANkBb-hveq8LOS-vJeBU9fyyWIXgUJ3xnHC00W4/s320/windmill_close.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386264638621443794" /></a><br />They almost blew me away!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoHyKhm8eEK0geBi-xIqPoeFEUQ39iyg-PAr8SCb31Wiur0Cy4m8Dqr1zWZ1t9EFhvFeR2J4IIbkJQYAKEk_LtMqwe5dNsbgZXOINlSsheVqCQIzkgFJawdd6Ge4hAEuPM8crCZ2vbQNw/s1600-h/me_windmill.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoHyKhm8eEK0geBi-xIqPoeFEUQ39iyg-PAr8SCb31Wiur0Cy4m8Dqr1zWZ1t9EFhvFeR2J4IIbkJQYAKEk_LtMqwe5dNsbgZXOINlSsheVqCQIzkgFJawdd6Ge4hAEuPM8crCZ2vbQNw/s320/me_windmill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386264699244913778" /></a>Grace Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129288262225671104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800575137814952973.post-84115887373592041452009-10-04T16:37:00.003-07:002009-10-04T16:37:36.136-07:00lighthouseWe continued west until we hit the <a href="http://www.westpointlighthouse.com/about.htm">West Point Lighthouse</a>, a still used and working lighthouse from 1876.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHsbcPcz_TSdYhyphenhyphenFIcs4VJaNiwm2nvWoo_a7mljZcubf9Bc-Icn8sdrYM5J9ZrxyNQeLUmZwbgrkYSpRmd4PBjyuAAAZ0BUIZVlseifaNY1bWsOFtkqQwMhPfiaJlnPJauDHpxZyZAT90/s1600-h/lighthouse_distance.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHsbcPcz_TSdYhyphenhyphenFIcs4VJaNiwm2nvWoo_a7mljZcubf9Bc-Icn8sdrYM5J9ZrxyNQeLUmZwbgrkYSpRmd4PBjyuAAAZ0BUIZVlseifaNY1bWsOFtkqQwMhPfiaJlnPJauDHpxZyZAT90/s320/lighthouse_distance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386268395859868450" border="0" /></a>However, now it is not only used as a lighthouse but as an inn. You can stay in the Tower Room or the Lightkeeper's Quarters:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZAcwZ9n1Kzz-EbxTnMsIX-QCrGAEk_mKdwInhyphenhyphenOFvHrBK-508-_7HVjkhwqCMNqIjuSaFXz3-y48uHJHMJuv9KC_U8eDoJ5CSGXnv31i9CT6VYayl7lV8Sk1MTIbGTnSIkGpb-g5K3As/s1600-h/lighthouse_rm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZAcwZ9n1Kzz-EbxTnMsIX-QCrGAEk_mKdwInhyphenhyphenOFvHrBK-508-_7HVjkhwqCMNqIjuSaFXz3-y48uHJHMJuv9KC_U8eDoJ5CSGXnv31i9CT6VYayl7lV8Sk1MTIbGTnSIkGpb-g5K3As/s320/lighthouse_rm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386268250942762082" border="0" /></a><br />And, you can climb to the very top of the light house, reading all the lighthouse factoids and lurid stories of shipwrecks on your way up the many stairs. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidAnCOjVjdlPwJqhwX-ULHmmc50VcOfahj6XHB1vC1ivOawVv4x14hdSkAOMYIfpTbP1GcpJO8qeh609ySHMb9NzYAHXk0VNU5wuiTVcn2NFIgi1viDjZMvAQI48j3yOd1WJeJ_20rtM/s1600-h/sign1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 156px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidAnCOjVjdlPwJqhwX-ULHmmc50VcOfahj6XHB1vC1ivOawVv4x14hdSkAOMYIfpTbP1GcpJO8qeh609ySHMb9NzYAHXk0VNU5wuiTVcn2NFIgi1viDjZMvAQI48j3yOd1WJeJ_20rtM/s320/sign1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386268156111430098" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvhlcSL0LSSa-TusOMWE-2F73w5pBepuuibc3jmZzFSW4F3XPHZWqSQuO75RC0XZLClBmC_feogQjPFy9fvRoRxNPYJdVy2XCy4MtjhDPDJ6sBtt8_7tCRjPoB_QNKAH2Pq-4GRaw9TGo/s1600-h/sign2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvhlcSL0LSSa-TusOMWE-2F73w5pBepuuibc3jmZzFSW4F3XPHZWqSQuO75RC0XZLClBmC_feogQjPFy9fvRoRxNPYJdVy2XCy4MtjhDPDJ6sBtt8_7tCRjPoB_QNKAH2Pq-4GRaw9TGo/s320/sign2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386268092818617826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZU-usC9XICr_uOBajxZ1kZefzC-eL5-x4ZlNbFGvAVLpKE82ffLxOHk5kES-fObYB7OUa97tD5hmuJklkjjnNwSkTzNe1R2Yys6C1iFFtejMxL0e46ROjCkjwqhIRST7dOeV5VbMIM4w/s1600-h/sign3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZU-usC9XICr_uOBajxZ1kZefzC-eL5-x4ZlNbFGvAVLpKE82ffLxOHk5kES-fObYB7OUa97tD5hmuJklkjjnNwSkTzNe1R2Yys6C1iFFtejMxL0e46ROjCkjwqhIRST7dOeV5VbMIM4w/s320/sign3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386268016040318610" border="0" /></a><br />As I said, you have to mount many stairs to get to the top. These steps are quite steep and rather crooked. At the last landing, Squatchie stepped on a loose board. As the board raised, he stopped like a statue. And turned around. And went back down. Who knew Squatchies were scared of heights? I guess that is why sasquatches do not live in trees.<br /><br />I, however, did make it all the way up. It is perhaps all for the best that Squatchie did not get there for the view from the top is actually a bit dizzying. On this part of PEI, the wind and waves are much wilder making the water red. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuUu5wPzH-uLJg3g-RO49jwKgj5hQV2a_X0DwW46jXg4XT7Ej0GmKISlZwzuJXR-Gfqi9gL3c2ODymJVhlo2okOytON3437VwNBSA2_CsinXn_s5sBFuat56zNsePhXdHUD_S5q_gxz9s/s1600-h/lighthouse_view.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuUu5wPzH-uLJg3g-RO49jwKgj5hQV2a_X0DwW46jXg4XT7Ej0GmKISlZwzuJXR-Gfqi9gL3c2ODymJVhlo2okOytON3437VwNBSA2_CsinXn_s5sBFuat56zNsePhXdHUD_S5q_gxz9s/s320/lighthouse_view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386267877939078466" border="0" /></a> And the windmills pop above the trees like giant metal flowers:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip6GiEvI3WiECvwTD9tCWqHtW_lptNDl3VRRpGnKz96LEQ8-wISm1ukyqXF0qAGAdcK4j2H8eL3taMNu9ZHN0wnYf6VXMxiIFrMyWs-MJ1HxtN2oQr6HEiVDokbb3v-kmzyjmlOy3Fau8/s1600-h/lighthouseview_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip6GiEvI3WiECvwTD9tCWqHtW_lptNDl3VRRpGnKz96LEQ8-wISm1ukyqXF0qAGAdcK4j2H8eL3taMNu9ZHN0wnYf6VXMxiIFrMyWs-MJ1HxtN2oQr6HEiVDokbb3v-kmzyjmlOy3Fau8/s320/lighthouseview_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386267623836285394" border="0" /></a>I didn't tell Squatchie, but I was a little relieved to get back down!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3lxGeBYL0eUuvpDZL44zP1YLHTNeTP8lY_BLBvG4oIEfDaJxCEBeCXpO1MXyUcopSNG6RqkVjAT9NvlQIrp3YNDPDzOvfPSx2PhyrHXYBAu39Qugo0oMovdZb5wyjoTDB0DIenhhZVuI/s1600-h/lighthouse_me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3lxGeBYL0eUuvpDZL44zP1YLHTNeTP8lY_BLBvG4oIEfDaJxCEBeCXpO1MXyUcopSNG6RqkVjAT9NvlQIrp3YNDPDzOvfPSx2PhyrHXYBAu39Qugo0oMovdZb5wyjoTDB0DIenhhZVuI/s320/lighthouse_me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386267732794581090" border="0" /></a>Grace Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129288262225671104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800575137814952973.post-4775228295152570182009-10-04T16:37:00.001-07:002009-10-04T16:37:10.238-07:00parsonageWe, uh, I had to see at least one more <span style="font-style:italic;">Anne</span> thing before we left PEI. At random, I chose the <a href="http://www.bidefordparsonagemuseum.com/">Bideford Parsonage Museum</a>, the boarding house where Lucy Maud stayed for three years while she taught school.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqBg_P9k_TFe9wioDmez1PbcwYPSw8o2danemu7IuoiQzfcMyVIRSwxORr_dClgyBsPwW9KdzPq7iU6bREq9LZ8h4_WG1PkTtmQRA_73fBRWkMGykeNtY5ABP3_XOPvT6EExte_3rkJVQ/s1600-h/parsonage1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqBg_P9k_TFe9wioDmez1PbcwYPSw8o2danemu7IuoiQzfcMyVIRSwxORr_dClgyBsPwW9KdzPq7iU6bREq9LZ8h4_WG1PkTtmQRA_73fBRWkMGykeNtY5ABP3_XOPvT6EExte_3rkJVQ/s320/parsonage1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386267009186396226" /></a><br />And it was a great choice. The local who minded it very proudly told us the history. Unlike the buildings in the Avonlea village which "the Cavendish man just took and moved there" the Parsonage is in its original location, saved from touristic relocation by the residents of Bideford. <br /><br />In their passion, they also lovingly restored the house to the time Lucy Maud resided there, from rebuilding the staircase to matching of the wallpaper. They had to remove several layers of wallpaper until they hit the one that was of the correct time and from there faithfully reproduced it. The frame holds the original discovered wallpaper, on the wall is the reproduction: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFIXwv9o0scGwvQQCNXlIHHyQBuAi65WW-5gIw5VODowGSMeirqiAp33VHXtGvtJn0VGYgeHdlzYZbtBa3icI-D3pTvn4Rzxl5mQoAgEgIhP4kRrVQKfzm5NNw7jM5UQOJUSnXd3BjaA/s1600-h/wallpaper.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFIXwv9o0scGwvQQCNXlIHHyQBuAi65WW-5gIw5VODowGSMeirqiAp33VHXtGvtJn0VGYgeHdlzYZbtBa3icI-D3pTvn4Rzxl5mQoAgEgIhP4kRrVQKfzm5NNw7jM5UQOJUSnXd3BjaA/s320/wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266925736742866" /></a><br /> <br />The kitchen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJODU2kRx8Y2w5jaP4ikteT2Up3Xv5ezhFnSkKXp6bWB0sP9TMbMTBKpN7JN41y3eOEeBIU4lYJ0j5V7b12LoUwEogvMqE-SIizM2GFrL5lu2z8YfWWLqnTNnikY1mqRgyZJZgJsy01bs/s1600-h/kitchen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJODU2kRx8Y2w5jaP4ikteT2Up3Xv5ezhFnSkKXp6bWB0sP9TMbMTBKpN7JN41y3eOEeBIU4lYJ0j5V7b12LoUwEogvMqE-SIizM2GFrL5lu2z8YfWWLqnTNnikY1mqRgyZJZgJsy01bs/s320/kitchen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266573197111090" /></a> led into the pantry where I learned was the location of a scene that inspired a happening in Anne of Green Gables. Apparently, it was here at the Parsonage that a bottle on medicine was mistaken for vanilla and was mixed into a layer cake. This ill-flavored cake was then served to the visiting minister, who bravely ate it without complaint, to the later embarrassment of Parsonage cook.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUfvkyRHOXhXTJ_MaVqOPZExWdI2fj7GJ4C4Y016A9yRiaQGaWCVZ0b5-0m1rZ5wNwUf4E8ofNB4vj6Ww74m0dy3uc0rqA_tR_lGapyijr0x-4081Co6Y6I0-F0-u7E6QKup5mtpIoXA/s1600-h/cupboard.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUfvkyRHOXhXTJ_MaVqOPZExWdI2fj7GJ4C4Y016A9yRiaQGaWCVZ0b5-0m1rZ5wNwUf4E8ofNB4vj6Ww74m0dy3uc0rqA_tR_lGapyijr0x-4081Co6Y6I0-F0-u7E6QKup5mtpIoXA/s320/cupboard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266507163561906" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_wqrPyM6JqFQXSLaMBziRIacz-f65EaypMFXZrYD-GJ1xOaganOIIxF6xBknm2mJJG4GVeI9k5iirg1IH_p8NF2OmKUjOVAxtfDRwHYgR9SDQBV6-3oiYPxNo0cdfBgaNkBd-r31O6q4/s1600-h/layercake_recipe.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_wqrPyM6JqFQXSLaMBziRIacz-f65EaypMFXZrYD-GJ1xOaganOIIxF6xBknm2mJJG4GVeI9k5iirg1IH_p8NF2OmKUjOVAxtfDRwHYgR9SDQBV6-3oiYPxNo0cdfBgaNkBd-r31O6q4/s320/layercake_recipe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266428455709218" /></a> Those familiar with the Anne books know that Lucy Maud had Anne bake a similar distasteful cake for the visiting minister--an obvious real-life inspiration!<br /><br />On the upper floor, the room where Lucy Maud stayed in was also gorgeously restored:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMgMPo73DpP-oQMNIgae_fjzoHccCTccS_dysPpbWcx09Ireqk7cfvGYaoVX-XGrmh482OFHi2uXpNM_8QnOhPeLYWYrU7g6TQDBvIA5LVJ-fRpiIgsOHW6HaO8Y-GHMHBwaw3fnaCzSA/s1600-h/lucy_rm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMgMPo73DpP-oQMNIgae_fjzoHccCTccS_dysPpbWcx09Ireqk7cfvGYaoVX-XGrmh482OFHi2uXpNM_8QnOhPeLYWYrU7g6TQDBvIA5LVJ-fRpiIgsOHW6HaO8Y-GHMHBwaw3fnaCzSA/s320/lucy_rm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266315724492690" /></a><br />I adored the replicas of her clothing:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj56nBBBlI47ommVDPP1og58aC8ChyphenhypheniywcYDCGXMrNtGBDoLcOGV_BW1hFt-jokcTnyDn6I9S0eoFYIFXYzyWAd3pS_s1x8F1MLrTmtwCnyWgh-j6yfQunbSYxiK1cw4D8UYtm2VQPyGkw/s1600-h/clothes_corner.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj56nBBBlI47ommVDPP1og58aC8ChyphenhypheniywcYDCGXMrNtGBDoLcOGV_BW1hFt-jokcTnyDn6I9S0eoFYIFXYzyWAd3pS_s1x8F1MLrTmtwCnyWgh-j6yfQunbSYxiK1cw4D8UYtm2VQPyGkw/s320/clothes_corner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266235704398530" /></a>and I wondered which books or stories she wrote while sitting at her desk:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSlC5eKtUYJoJtuNIVHdedbl-HaUck0GvDhWFwUWumint_PtPks9AcnbSzkqx-TLkTSOZywnvPVneamo2KnJGywTWyIfbmN3wYid2FZPsudPTHS2h8rzgTwkaPDJ82rCKyZ8amQyFjfNI/s1600-h/desk.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSlC5eKtUYJoJtuNIVHdedbl-HaUck0GvDhWFwUWumint_PtPks9AcnbSzkqx-TLkTSOZywnvPVneamo2KnJGywTWyIfbmN3wYid2FZPsudPTHS2h8rzgTwkaPDJ82rCKyZ8amQyFjfNI/s320/desk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386266110636672066" /></a><br />In the back, there was a shed area that was used probably at one time used for the horses or storage. It was filled with time-appropriate paraphernalia and reproductions as well as extremely interesting facts. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNlvMX9-yrKlb0CkehGTl5Hbqjb9i4ROWJLfoRWuc5qVCrhq1U6U90tVaRaRC1eomd-bMNsYdvh8YzFqOZaduhiaFnOqvrJv3SZVIWKcoB43HmWKRnrVCLvbMZrQVs1Y742JLoYABIBk0/s1600-h/shed.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNlvMX9-yrKlb0CkehGTl5Hbqjb9i4ROWJLfoRWuc5qVCrhq1U6U90tVaRaRC1eomd-bMNsYdvh8YzFqOZaduhiaFnOqvrJv3SZVIWKcoB43HmWKRnrVCLvbMZrQVs1Y742JLoYABIBk0/s320/shed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386265456917617362" /></a><br />It was here that Squatchie and I learned that back then most people used the Eaton's catalog pages as toilet paper and when Eaton began to print their catalogs on glossy stock there was quite an uproar.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZl4Y-xtc_fZd9I01TD16tFCYIXsM65wT-7kjEPggNOhvO82bZX1QMhe4Bly_COxNTgUto-_a2bBLGqepH60NUmbGXvHT1cv12Z8D62k37ObRbMGy0lreWT7C8NDmZ9l-hXxY-MndEiFs/s1600-h/catalog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZl4Y-xtc_fZd9I01TD16tFCYIXsM65wT-7kjEPggNOhvO82bZX1QMhe4Bly_COxNTgUto-_a2bBLGqepH60NUmbGXvHT1cv12Z8D62k37ObRbMGy0lreWT7C8NDmZ9l-hXxY-MndEiFs/s320/catalog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386265395717491506" /></a>Which is probably why the catalog they were using as a display was a 1960's Sears one. I bet those old Eaton ones are hard to find!Grace Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129288262225671104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800575137814952973.post-31484452651757036192009-10-04T16:36:00.001-07:002009-10-04T16:36:45.960-07:00Goodbye, PEI!And, just like that, the PEI trip was over. We had to wake up bright and early to get home at a reasonable hour, so there was little time to do much except wave wistfully to all the sights as we drove by. The only good thing about leaving at this time was that, unlike on our way in, we could see everything. <br /><br />Which meant we finally got to see the Confederation Bridge, the very, very long bridge that connects PEI to the rest of Canada. Did I mention it was very long? These photos do not really show the scale of it. The bridge keeps going and going, past the horizon line.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4D6KxXGHW8AWBVA805CtkkADyp52VIl-X64r557iWn3UuKI0PpFW5jT8C5voUCIveJxkoGQb-5x2l0JO8745CHurHMIUYd8L3pUzsh0fidBWXdkyWoLEbRHyPpW-ZUUNpG6Zz59RyoW4/s1600-h/bridge1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4D6KxXGHW8AWBVA805CtkkADyp52VIl-X64r557iWn3UuKI0PpFW5jT8C5voUCIveJxkoGQb-5x2l0JO8745CHurHMIUYd8L3pUzsh0fidBWXdkyWoLEbRHyPpW-ZUUNpG6Zz59RyoW4/s320/bridge1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386269176429048562" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizQaHxGRtJmcIJxQ7simCguX0xKCVCFytZRM08vWvWDBDBUvY8Amw5_hhkH7n__KcGTzMAZn2zpIJTis2vQDKvDoTNdso2hemFXZw8AGp7pVuXXQTRjp21cmLyoD3Rbkx8YdwSCiRjKE/s1600-h/birdge2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizQaHxGRtJmcIJxQ7simCguX0xKCVCFytZRM08vWvWDBDBUvY8Amw5_hhkH7n__KcGTzMAZn2zpIJTis2vQDKvDoTNdso2hemFXZw8AGp7pVuXXQTRjp21cmLyoD3Rbkx8YdwSCiRjKE/s320/birdge2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386269097293438882" /></a>Here is Squatchie. See how he is smiling? <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHjMQHEPQgyfxi49aUI6fcWdRJWBSQoCtQynT7gEBNGKVd3HSkpi7b838i4i9CfRwqlIYQSkUlybw5k4zDmZnYxUI6CdMSnWAtwECRio9Lf244N_jpb1iEkDsE5yd2rLcuevvcOd7nUM/s1600-h/alex_smile.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwHjMQHEPQgyfxi49aUI6fcWdRJWBSQoCtQynT7gEBNGKVd3HSkpi7b838i4i9CfRwqlIYQSkUlybw5k4zDmZnYxUI6CdMSnWAtwECRio9Lf244N_jpb1iEkDsE5yd2rLcuevvcOd7nUM/s320/alex_smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386269014357047058" /></a>That is because he has survived the most girlie vacation ever.<br /><br />Goodbye, PEI!Grace Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129288262225671104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6800575137814952973.post-75058245942953490852009-10-04T16:34:00.000-07:002009-10-04T16:36:19.346-07:00souvenirs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TJu4Y91krfUQ6Arb5DS2kTSJf_rUKeLdhSuvBWVQPK6zKE4Wbwax76EF0sncR2VWNWDppzu3DPFereD6VUZEb6cdJcxFjo28Lo8X0GTvaX9pde8iKO_GIfck3UvnNMoyu4y0w8zCs3k/s1600-h/pei_tokens.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TJu4Y91krfUQ6Arb5DS2kTSJf_rUKeLdhSuvBWVQPK6zKE4Wbwax76EF0sncR2VWNWDppzu3DPFereD6VUZEb6cdJcxFjo28Lo8X0GTvaX9pde8iKO_GIfck3UvnNMoyu4y0w8zCs3k/s320/pei_tokens.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388880570274378482" border="0" /></a>Souvenirs from my PEI trip! What did I bring back?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote>-postcards featuring the original cover art (which I actually prefer, wish they would reprint them) of LM's books<br /><br />-a rosebud teaset (<a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780553153279">Anne</a> fans will know why!)<br /><br />-Volume 1 of the <a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780195415124">Selected Journals of LM Montgomery</a><br /><br />-and the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Anne-Green-Gables-100th-Anniversary/dp/0399154787/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1254696696&sr=8-1">100th anniversary edition of Anne </a>, a reprint of Anne in its first printed version--cover AND typos! Yes, they were even faithful to the first edition typos.<br /></blockquote></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYd1WMocWMKFpfzYZ0-2PkeTRxVXX7s8qtqxvpoXd2HxrekacXSAVpt8IXtZ-87NZySv6kSw9c17k8gw17aMj4J7NvkR3dFS_a5yWxnbIBfHvhPSEDLYSqIL2PG1JxNaXYs6n6jfeWsxI/s1600-h/lm_stamp.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYd1WMocWMKFpfzYZ0-2PkeTRxVXX7s8qtqxvpoXd2HxrekacXSAVpt8IXtZ-87NZySv6kSw9c17k8gw17aMj4J7NvkR3dFS_a5yWxnbIBfHvhPSEDLYSqIL2PG1JxNaXYs6n6jfeWsxI/s320/lm_stamp.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388884704542694098" border="0" /></a> I bought mine at LM's birthplace which they stamped accordingly!<br /><br />Tokens to forever remember my PEI trip!Grace Linhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129288262225671104noreply@blogger.com