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Brian William Hagell's Things To Do In Nova Scotia Homepage Very Interesting Things About Me! bla bla bla Interesting Places to Visit in Nova Scotia Interesting Internet Site Getting Your Own Homepage Free This photo was taken at the Wallace Museum in Wallace, Nova Scotia. Spring Apple Blossoms . . This fancy logo on the side confirms that my HTML coding has passed the Level 3 bar ! It was a logo to copy so I did. Doesn't it make the site look very professional? You can even submit your own HTML code to have it checked out. I am just getting started on this page so be patient with me. I had to go and look up all the old material from the Hensen College course I took last year. Today is December 22. 1996. Here are some of the items that I will be availabe at this site when it is up and running. 1. Places of Interest in Nova Scotia 2. By the Banks of The Mighty Blue Shubencadie 3. Rockhound Adventures in Nova Scotia 4. And Naturally, a Whole Wack of Very Interesting Things About Me! bla! bla! bla However, while you are waiting for all the pieces to fit together, here is a my location: 204 Harmony Ridge Road is sitting on top of a 203 meter rolling hill makes the southern ridge that flanks the Truro valley. The northern ridge of the >Truro valley consists of the Cobequid Mountains. This Cobequid Mountain Range forms the backbone of Northern Nova Scotia. It also seperates the Bay of Fundy from the Northumberland Strait and Prince Edward Island. It was in the foothills of the Cobequid Mountains that in in 1964, blueberry pickers discovered a Paleo-Indian site. Later work on the site showed evidence that there were people living in the are 10 to 11 thousand years ago, just as the glaciers were receding from the last Ice Age. And they are still telling people that Christopher Columbus discovered America! From my front doorstep I am able to see the Cobequid Mountains. I can see down the Bay of Fundy with it's muddy waters all the way to Economy Mountain. Economy Mountain, that great Volvanic basalt dome that spewed over the Triassic sandstones so many eons ago. I know that just beyond Economy mountain the Five Island lie. Five of them splattered in the water as though some giant Indian had thrown a handful of mud from far away. Five Islands Photograph Where does one start trying to understand Brain W. Hagell Surely not at the beginning, there must be some other more logical bookmark in life to begin. Please this is just too much for me at this particular time in my life. I have just too many other more important things to deal with.. Home James! And do not spare the horses!! Actually he is a very interesting person. Once he gets his files in order I am sure you will enjoy reading this information. After all How many people do you know who actually shook Mr. John Diefenbaker's hand fifteen time in one day,, saved an train from being blown up,prospected for gold and uranium in Nova Scotia and saved the old Moffattt building from burning down. All this in one lifetime.. And the guy is still only 45 ! . The Mighty Blue Shubenacadie Now everyone knows that the mighty Shubenacadie is a muddy brown, not a blue at all. Well anyone who lives in cental Nova scotia does. And certainly from Milfrod down to Maitland. But those beyond the tidal waters of the river might not know this. Perhaps they spend all their days enjoying the cool clear waters of the river. Peggy's Cove Peggy's Cove is one of Canada's most popular tourist destinations in Canada. Not only for fellow Canadians but for travelerss from all over the world. Whether it is its "quaintness" or its rugged beauty, there is an attraction the pulls thousands of visitorss each year. This cove offers something for everyone. Scenic shots for the photographer, plenty of shops for the shopper, and lots of fresh salty air for the many who like to walk over the ancient granite bedrock of Peggy's Cove. The granite at Peggy's Cove has been scraped clean by the actions of the last Ice Age which retreated from Nova Scotia about 10,000 years ago. Around Peggy's Cove many strange looking boulders resting on top of other rocks may be seen. These strange shapes are called "erratics". They are characteristic of this part of Nova Scotia that was glaciated. Only a forty minute drive from Halifax, Peggy's Cove is a trip that must be taken. Famous for its sheltered cove and fishingg boats. Famous for its pounding surf. famous for its lighthouse now turned into a post office. Canada's only post office in aa lighthouse. There is danger in Peggy's Cove though. The rocks and waves are no match for careless visitors! Many have been swept out to sea because of "rogue" waves that crash in unexpectantly. Read the plaque on the side of the post office. It says to "savor the sea from a distance". Recently guides have been hired to keep watch over the rocks and warn visitors if they get too close to the waters edge. There are several tourist shops to visit while in Peggy's Cove. Each offers unique gifts and souvenirs of your trip. Visit themm and browse around. A visit to the stone carving in the granite bedrock by the late William de Garthe. This carving in the rockk is truly amazing. Mr. de Garthe died before it was completely finished so his brother picked up where William left off andd completed the work. A great book to read that is based in Peggy's Cove is the novel by Brian Doyle called, "You Can Pickk Me Up at Peggy's Cove". It is easy reading and has a wonderful story to tell. Home James and take the slow road this time! Here is a very short list of places you just have to see sometime in your lifetime. Peggy's Cove...........a Short Drive from Halifax Louisbourg.............a Great Place to Visit Shubenacadie Canal Cabot Trail the Habitation Fort Anne the Citadel Hill Some Spring Apple Blossoms at the Wallace Museum The Subenacadie Story The Subenacadie Story By the Banks of the Mighty Blue Shubenacadie By Brian William Hagell The story of growing up in a small village where you left in the morning and came home at supper time and had no fears of strangers or evil deeds by persons unknown. Now of course anyone who knows Shubenacadie knows that the Shubenacadie River is not blue but the color of aa medium colored chocolate milk. But that did not stop me from thinking that it probably is blue despite whatt everyone said. And when I firsts did see it from the upstairs window, the Shubenacadie River certainly did lookk blue. Well at least the sky's reflection on it certainly did, and I suppose that was enough for me to be happy forr the time being. No, the Shubenacadie is not one of crystal clear mountain water but one of a slow, heavily silted, meandering river, laden with tons upon tons of Triassic sediment. Well at least part of it is such. Truth be known and it certainly wasn't known to me until many years later that the other part of the Shuby, the upper head waters, were indeed sparkling waters fed by the Halifax and Goldenville formations and landscapes. Nor did I know the historical importance of the Shuby River until later on in life or the fact that it slices the province in half ,right through the middle. These were later wonders that were waiting to be discovered. The Shuby River was for me I was going to find out was simply a huge muddy river that brought surprises to it shores form time to time and was a always a something to watch with it's never ending tidal changes. I was something that was all ways there flowing through the center of the community. In back of the sawmill, beside the community park, crossing it to get to the park or just a place to go and spit over the bridge and watch the ice flows in the winter. Like so many other things in life, these memories have been put off until now. Most are still very vivid and some seem like just yesterday. But the truth is that they were events that happened over thirty years ago. To make sure they are accurate, and reliable, there will be no entry of possible details of possible events. Only the recollections as they are recalled will be put forth. Shubenacadie was a very important time in my childhood. It was a good place for a kid to grow up. Perhaps it was the time as well that made it such a good place. TV was something that was only watched on Sunday night. Video games had yet to be invented and girls for the most part were in the future. I'm sure the times were very difficult for my parents with lots of uncertainties in their lives, such as the Cuban Missile Crisis, which I can remember. But these things had only a small impact on growing up in Shubenacadie. There were just too many other things to be doing. This little adventure will explain some of those other things that were so important to be doing as a kid in Shubenacadie in the early 1960s. Perhaps you will remember some of them yourself from your own childhood, even if you were no where near the mighty banks of the Shubenacadie. And for those young people reading this, you will have your own stories to tell when you get older. They will be just as exciting as anybody else's. That can be assured. Like so many other tales of Shubenacadie the railroad plays an important part. Running throughout the middle of it I suppose it makes sense. Being a kid near the tracks, things were bound to happen. We lived just up on the side of the hill just above the tracks. As kids we were always crossing the rails either going from one place to another or off to school. Naturally we walked between the rails not on the side of the tracks as we should have. Walking the rails made us fast walkers in earlier years since we had to step from one tie to the other, sort of a stride. And it never mattered how exerateded the stride was, just get to the next tie without touching the rail bed. The sound of the train speeding through Shubenacadie in the night with blaring horn was soon gotten use to and was never a problem. One would have thought that I would have hung around the station but I never did. I remember being in it and looking in the stationmaster's office with it telegraph key and the large waiting room that looked sort of bare. There was a long station walk way from the station to the warehouse shed. One day, probably in the summer I was down by the side of the road across from the steam mill getting minnows. After catching a few I rushed the home for further observation or something. However on the way home while crossing the tracks I tripped in the fist rail and fell head first on to the second. My forehead took the full force of the fall. I still can not believe that it did not kill me right there on the spot. There was a bug bump but that is all that appears to have happened. The minnows were not so fortunate. On occasion, there comes a set of circumstances that on first glance, set in motion a need for heroic action. On one rainy Sunday afternoon a set of such circumstances came upon me as I was going home along the railroad tracks in front to the station. It is amazing how even at a tender and nieve age that I was I knew about dynamite. Just how I have know idea. But there on the tracks, between the two rails was a large red stick of dynamite just waiting for the 4:40 train from Truro. A real hero would of taken the stick and flung it in to the nearby woods. Being not that bold , I ran home and told my dad that there was a stick of dynamite on the tracks. Naturally he had a series of questions to ask after which Dad decided he had better investigate for himself. now as I have mentioned before we lived on the side of a hill, Connely Hill to be exact and if that wasn't bad enough the hill dropped off to a steep grade as it neared the ditch by the tracks. It was as Dad was coming down this steep grade, in the pouring rain that he slipped on the wet grass and ended up on his backside. Needless to say he was not a happy camper. But the dynamite stick was retrieved by Dad and many lives were saved by my quick thinking. Well may be not quite. The stick of dynamite turned out to be only a red signal flare used by railroad workers. All had been for not. Playing on the rail cars was always an enjoyable pastime as well. There was a siding just below our house where the wood chip hopper cars were parked while waiting to be loaded with wood chips from the mill out in Caroll's Corner way. It is difficult to remember exactly where having only gone there once or twice with "Chippy" as the driver of the wood chip truck was known. When the cars were loaded or better still half loaded with chips, great forts could be bulit in the loads. It was also a good place to smoke. A bit on the dangerous side but that never stopped us. The real place to smoke was under the Shubenacadie train bridge, up inside it. Black Cats and NO. 7 were the brands usually tried. They were awful and soon the practice was given up as a lost cause by me. At seven cents apeice form Harvey's Grocery, who could afford them? There must have been something pretty cool about learning to smoke then just as there is now no doubt. Kids experiment today as well. Then there was no talk of cancer and all the other evils of the weed. It seemed everone smoked. It is funny though, that was my last desire to ever smoke again. Beside the end of our driveway was a large ramp that the chip man would back his truck and deposit his load into the hopper car. This ramp was a great thing to jump from in the winter to the huge snow drifts waiting below. This ramp is no longer there. It was our own private playground, all year long. Once in a while we would find the thing that rail workers use to move the cars ahead a bit. It was like a specila lever that was put under the wheel of the rail car. Then you pushed down on it with all you might. This caused the gadget to push the wheel forward and the car started to edge ahead a bit at a time. One day while in Grade 5, the whole school managed to get the afternoon off to go up to the train station to meet and greet John Diefenbaker who was making a stop in Shubenacadie. Now just for the record John nad I go way back to the first election that I can recall when the Hagells were living in Lakeburn, New Brunswick. I was hoping for him to win the election, and he did! Now here he was coming to the train station in Shubenacadie. There are vague memories of him standing at the end of the train waving to all those gathered around. What really stands out in my recollections is the fact that I shook his hands fifteen times. Just going up and shaking the hand, then bac to the end of the line and doing it all over again. I was great fun and somethng that I have never forgotten. It is often as one of my few claims to fame and it is flaunted when ever it can be. There is a family story told by Dad that on our first trip to the Wildlife Park we thought someone was calling for help when the peacocks were first heard. I suppose that was possible considering the call of the peacock. That mistake was soon corrected as Jim and I spent much of our free time over at the Wildlife Park. We soon were very familiar visitors and soon became "helpers". Helping to clean out the cages, riding in the park trucks and going on little trips to pick up bbrouse for the moose or taking stuff to the dumps. Truth be told we were probably more of a nuisance than any form of help, but we certainly never told that. Gathering feathers, especially the Peacock feathers was something we were always doing. They were very prized by visitors and us alike. Naturally many of the feathers were found in places that were "over the fence". Jim and I were never at ease about jumping over the fences to get the feathers even though we were fixtures at the park. This did not stop us though, but we made certain that no one else was around to see us. I think that I was over to the park more than Jim, at least that is the way I remember it. Going to get shavings for the animals cages was always a fun thing to do. I got to go places that I had never been and do things that I would probably never be able to do otherwise. The shavings were picked up at lumber mill like the one in Stewiacke or Enfield. One time I was even in the sawdust burner while it was burning. You know, those huge silver triangular domes that belch white smoke from their screened tops when in operation. There was never any time to be bored in Shubenacadie. It just was not an issue. If it wasn't bugging the workers at the Wildlife Park or those at the Co-Op, I was probably at the steam lumber mill down by the river in back of the July 1st picnic grounds. It was quite a place to visit and hang around. Kids now-a-days would not be allowed to even be on the site without a hard hat, parental supervision and a visitors permit. Little wonder kids have nothing to do and are easily bored. In the early sixties this place was better than the fair ground. The mill was run by an old steam boiler that hissed steam and emitted a special wonderful sent of steam and oil. The heat was almost over powering wwhen you walked by it. That was something to be avoided if possible. One only thought about the whole thing blowing up in one giant fireball of flame and steam. There were plenty of gagues and gadgets to make it work. These of coures were just things of unknow function to me. The huge leather belts that made everything turn in the mill were mostly hidden under the floor of the mill. Naturally this did not stop me from crawling around under there to watch the spinning wheels and belts. My poor mother if she ever knew of the things that I did and places gone, I am sure the light of day would only be seen under special supervision. Being just a kid there weren't too many jobs for me to do that I could do. Except si on top of the fire box nad make sure the sawdust shute feeding the fire did not jam up. It a strange sounding job but there it was. there was a small chair to sit in while watching the conveyor belt pull up the sawdust and drop into the inferno below. There must have been lots of insulation between the top of the furnace and the actual wood box since it never really seemed unusually hot while doing the job. There were a few other small jobs that were fun doing as well. Taking the planks out as they came out of the planner was good for awhile when there was nothing else to do. Picturing you or you arm going through this machine made extra care necessary. The planner was one of the old fashioned type where the operator had to lift the top weighted part of the plane up to insert the plank then lower it down to hold the wood firmly in place as it went through the machine. This lifting up of the top portion was done by along wooden handle. Since the job looked to dangerous and it was hard to lift the top part of the plane, I was happy to just help with the out coming wood. Delivering slab wood was something that I helped with once. We took a load out to the farm house at the end of the lane on the Milford Hill. Funny that was the only trip I remember, perhaps it was the only one I made. The old mill had a night watchman who lived in a small two room shack on the mill site. Calling it a shack is not reall the roper term since it was very cosy and clean and well kept. I only remember being in it once, but it had a great impact on me. It seemed to me at the time and for many years after, that all a person really needed was a just the kind of set up that he had. Just a little two room cottage. It seemed such a simple life. I was invited over for dinner or some such thing. Most kids today would be very cautious of some old man inviting them into their house for dinner. That strangeness was not even thought of when I was a kid. < Brian William Hagell's Very Interesting Information Page Resume Childhood Adventures An Varied Work History Great Hiding Places Hilltop Images Tidalwave Software Current Interests Cover Brian William Hagell's Things To Do In Nova Scotia Homepage Very Interesting Things About Me! bla bla bla Interesting Places to Visit in Nova Scotia Interesting Internet Site Getting Your Own Homepage Free This photo was taken at the Wallace Museum in Wallace, Nova Scotia. Spring Apple Blossoms . . This fancy logo on the side confirms that my HTML coding has passed the Level 3 bar ! It was a logo to copy so I did. Doesn't it make the site look very professional? You can even submit your own HTML code to have it checked out. I am just getting started on this page so be patient with me. I had to go and look up all the old material from the Hensen College course I took last year. Today is December 22. 1996. Here are some of the items that I will be availabe at this site when it is up and running. 1. Places of Interest in Nova Scotia 2. By the Banks of The Mighty Blue Shubencadie 3. Rockhound Adventures in Nova Scotia 4. And Naturally, a Whole Wack of Very Interesting Things About Me! bla! bla! bla However, while you are waiting for all the pieces to fit together, here is a my location: 204 Harmony Ridge Road is sitting on top of a 203 meter rolling hill makes the southern ridge that flanks the Truro valley. The northern ridge of the >Truro valley consists of the Cobequid Mountains. This Cobequid Mountain Range forms the backbone of Northern Nova Scotia. It also seperates the Bay of Fundy from the Northumberland Strait and Prince Edward Island. It was in the foothills of the Cobequid Mountains that in in 1964, blueberry pickers discovered a Paleo-Indian site. Later work on the site showed evidence that there were people living in the are 10 to 11 thousand years ago, just as the glaciers were receding from the last Ice Age. And they are still telling people that Christopher Columbus discovered America! From my front doorstep I am able to see the Cobequid Mountains. I can see down the Bay of Fundy with it's muddy waters all the way to Economy Mountain. Economy Mountain, that great Volvanic basalt dome that spewed over the Triassic sandstones so many eons ago. I know that just beyond Economy mountain the Five Island lie. Five of them splattered in the water as though some giant Indian had thrown a handful of mud from far away. Five Islands Photograph Where does one start trying to understand Brain W. Hagell Surely not at the beginning, there must be some other more logical bookmark in life to begin. Please this is just too much for me at this particular time in my life. I have just too many other more important things to deal with.. Home James! And do not spare the horses!! Actually he is a very interesting person. Once he gets his files in order I am sure you will enjoy reading this information. After all How many people do you know who actually shook Mr. John Diefenbaker's hand fifteen time in one day,, saved an train from being blown up,prospected for gold and uranium in Nova Scotia and saved the old Moffattt building from burning down. All this in one lifetime.. And the guy is still only 45 ! . The Mighty Blue Shubenacadie Now everyone knows that the mighty Shubenacadie is a muddy brown, not a blue at all. Well anyone who lives in cental Nova scotia does. And certainly from Milfrod down to Maitland. But those beyond the tidal waters of the river might not know this. Perhaps they spend all their days enjoying the cool clear waters of the river. Peggy's Cove Peggy's Cove is one of Canada's most popular tourist destinations in Canada. Not only for fellow Canadians but for travelerss from all over the world. Whether it is its "quaintness" or its rugged beauty, there is an attraction the pulls thousands of visitorss each year. This cove offers something for everyone. Scenic shots for the photographer, plenty of shops for the shopper, and lots of fresh salty air for the many who like to walk over the ancient granite bedrock of Peggy's Cove. The granite at Peggy's Cove has been scraped clean by the actions of the last Ice Age which retreated from Nova Scotia about 10,000 years ago. Around Peggy's Cove many strange looking boulders resting on top of other rocks may be seen. These strange shapes are called "erratics". They are characteristic of this part of Nova Scotia that was glaciated. Only a forty minute drive from Halifax, Peggy's Cove is a trip that must be taken. Famous for its sheltered cove and fishingg boats. Famous for its pounding surf. famous for its lighthouse now turned into a post office. Canada's only post office in aa lighthouse. There is danger in Peggy's Cove though. The rocks and waves are no match for careless visitors! Many have been swept out to sea because of "rogue" waves that crash in unexpectantly. Read the plaque on the side of the post office. It says to "savor the sea from a distance". Recently guides have been hired to keep watch over the rocks and warn visitors if they get too close to the waters edge. There are several tourist shops to visit while in Peggy's Cove. Each offers unique gifts and souvenirs of your trip. Visit themm and browse around. A visit to the stone carving in the granite bedrock by the late William de Garthe. This carving in the rockk is truly amazing. Mr. de Garthe died before it was completely finished so his brother picked up where William left off andd completed the work. A great book to read that is based in Peggy's Cove is the novel by Brian Doyle called, "You C | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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