Funner in Fundy

Nova Scotia is home to another one of Canada’s French speaking communities. They are called Acadians, and even I can tell that the French they’re speaking has a funny Maritime accent. French without the French accent. A fisherman I talked to says the French here is so different that they say Way instead of Oui. But, according to my Quebecois friend, this is a common thing, sort of like saying Yeah.


Folk Artist Maud Lewis lived here. She was born tiny and had rheumatoid arthritis (which must have been bloody awful in this climate) but she painted with love and color. She sold paintings to tourists and painted all over her tiny house.
Maud Lewis’s real house was restored and moved to a museum in Halifax. This replica stands at the original site. I’m not sure what this architect was going for with the metal cage thing, but it looks like something you would lock your Lycanthropic kid in during the full moon.

Here’s some local history I’ve gleaned from tourist pamphlets. French settlers arrived in Maritime Canada in the 1600s and lived side-by-side with the native Mi’kmaq people. The French were expelled and forced to move out when the British came into power in the mid-1700s. Some Acadians moved all the way down to Louisiana and became Cajuns. If you’ve ever wondered where the word Cajun comes from, there you go.

The town of Digby, where I caught the ferry to New Brunswick, was founded by British Loyalists. Otherwise known as American colonists who supported the British in the American Revolution and had to leave when they lost. The Losers, I mean Loyalists, are further divided into Black and White skin tone. Guess which ones got the better land when they handed out farms? If I remember correctly from my last American History class, the real losers of the American Revolution were Native Americans. Although many tribes were persuaded into fighting for the British, I don’t think they got resettled in Canada with the other British supporters. Maybe they got some almost-new blankets instead.

Only $2 Canadian for a brownie-sized hunk of chocolate peanut butter fudge! Thanks, Sharon!


I took another ferry across the Bay of Fundy to New Brunswick, my fourth Canadian province.
What’s a dulse?
These purplish things. They are some kind of seaweed. One lady told me they turn green if you grill them over a campfire.

One thought on “Funner in Fundy

  1. Interesting. You should read Longfellow’s Evangeline about the removal of Acadians to Louisiana. Very sad. Wild horses couldn’t get me to eat dulse. Sounds gross. Pass the poutine.


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