Posts Tagged: south baymouth

leaving and arriving

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Every time we get on the ferry to come home, we walk over to the other side of the ferry so as to have a spot to wave at our people after the ferry gets turned around to head out of the bay and south.  This old cabin on the Wikwemikong side of the bay, then, is always the first thing I look at on leaving the island.

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South Baymouth is the second thing I look at, after the ferry turns around.

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South Baymouth Lighthouse, Manitoulin Island.

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Approaching Tobermory on the Chi Cheemaun.

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Approaching Tobermory

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Chi Cheemaun Ferry

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Welcome home to Toronto.  Back to the "real" world.



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out walking: south baymouth

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The moment you arrive here, that old grind sheds off your shoulders.  That's one of the reasons I've always called it my favourite place on the planet.  

South Baymouth, Manitoulin Island.

rest; evening light on canada day

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South Baymouth, Manitoulin Island.  Happy Canada Day.  Feeling blessed.

big day, large island, tiny town

As discussed in my previous post, my family and I attended the South Baymouth Canada Day celebrations this past weekend.  We always anticipate this world class parade on that gentle jewel of an island sitting in Lake Huron in the middle of Ontario.  

2011_07030007  My family, in all its forms, waiting for the parade.
2011_07030007 Here it comes!

2011_07030007 My girls, (Carly left, Kelsey middle, and my niece Denice, right) waiting…

2011_07030027 A premier float – Somewhere Over There

2011_07030007 Firemen!

2011_07030007Family friend Reg on his vintage tractor… 
 2011_07030051 Dad for mayor!

yesterday we visited some relatives

Yesterday, Dad, Cathy, Carly and I visited some relatives at Hilly Grove on Manitoulin Island.  After looking at a spot where several Morrisons rest, and where my parents have already chosen to be laid, my sister asked me if I thought I might like to spend all of eternity here.  I thought, yes, it seems like a good place for that; then I had a little dance on the spot, just in case.


Early on we visited Angus Morrison and Margaret Jane MacLennan Morrison – parents of my Grandfather, also Angus Morrison.

Angus Margaret Morrison grave stone

Margaret Jane Morrison and Angus Morrison

And then there were Margaret's parents, Jane Glover and George MacLennan. 

Jane Glover George McLennan grave stone

Jane Glover MacLennan (seated) with daughter Margaret Jane MacLennan Morrison and her granddaughter Elsie Morrison (my father's aunt). 

Margaret Jane Morrison (nee MacLennan) Standing

Then to visit my grandmother Violet's parents, William Duxbury and Annie Wilson Duxbury.


William Duxbury (Great Grandfather) Annie Wilson Duxbury

And my great, great grandmother, Emma Anne Wilson.


Emma Anne Wilson

Later we looked at pictures and Dad talked more about the people who came before my daughters and my sisters and me; who are a part of who we are now.  I think that maybe the window I look through is in some ways formed by the eyes of these people.  We never knew our grandfather Angus or our great grandmother Annie Duxbury, and my father has always wished we had; that they would have appreciated us and we would have benefitted from knowing them. 

But sharing stories about them is a way of knowing them.  And if it happens that we should spend eternity together at Hilly Grove, I'll go in knowing something about them beforehand.



(Note: My paternal grandparents are not buried here on the Island, but down in Amherstburg, not far from my maternal grandparents.)

an island state of mind

I squeezed a few more days of vacation to come up to Manitoulin Island with my family.  Rest, food, games, walks and wine.  Mostly rest.  The island is a gentle and beautiful place. For some reason, this year, I'm wanting more of the gentle and beautiful than I'm going to get.  But I sure am appreciating the moment.


The shed and clothesline.




The turtle family working on their tans in the middle of the pond.


Sunlight on new apples.


Daisies and Black Eyed Susans in Dad's garden.


The entrance to one of the local trails in South Baymouth.