Searching for Indian Harbour I Learn How Provincial Google Can be Before I Strike Gold I type in “Indian Harbour, CN” but even with the “u” in there I only get links to a yacht club in Greenwich Connecticut, where I learn that the dress code requires jackets and collared shirts for men in the main dining room, hats, caps and visors must be removed in the clubhouse, and bare feet, denim and t-shirts are strictly forbidden everywhere. I try again with “Canada” spelled out and learn that Indian Harbour is part of the Nova Scotia Alden Nowlan wrote about and that we have a history. Wikipedia say the roads were dirt and kept up by locals till 1955; power didn’t come in until 1945. Years ago, on our first long road trip north, we swam there near Peggy’s Cove, ate sharp white cheddar sliced from a huge round, and stayed in a motel cabin with an oil burning stove. The quilt that still hangs in our bedroom came from a neighbourhood church sale. We were young and in love and had to think about it a long time. A hundred bucks was a lot of money in those days. Charlie Rossiter This poem was written for the Surprise Challenge, ekphrastic poetry about Canadian paintings. Charlie Rossiter's popular poetry podcast can be heard on the first and third Fridays of every month. http://www.poetryspokenhere.com/ Get his free ebook, Poems People Like, here: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/39347
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