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(Okay, some travel.)

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I YOLOed too hard last night. 

I YOLOed too hard last night. 

ireland-homecoming:


As I researched, I felt a growing sense of dread. I remember Walter flipping through pages and mumbling, “Just pages and pages of dead people.” Thousands of people, who lived full lives and were loved by families, who never bothered keeping records. Who couldn’t conceive the idea that 200 years later, a distant relative would be trying to learn anything about them. They just lived. Will someone be looking for me 200 years from now? 

—Candice Walsh researching her geneology

It begins.

ireland-homecoming:

As I researched, I felt a growing sense of dread. I remember Walter flipping through pages and mumbling, “Just pages and pages of dead people.” Thousands of people, who lived full lives and were loved by families, who never bothered keeping records. Who couldn’t conceive the idea that 200 years later, a distant relative would be trying to learn anything about them. They just lived. Will someone be looking for me 200 years from now? 

—Candice Walsh researching her geneology

It begins.

Q: Hey Candice I know you are a big reader. I am really into reading about Newfoundland at the moment. I have read the shipping news, death on the ice, random passage and colony of unrequited dreams are there any others you can recommend? I spent a month travelling through Newfoundland several years back and I am eager to return soon. Maybe even this time to live. Cheers Darren

A:

Yesss! Sounds like we have similar tastes. Pick up a copy of Farley Mowat’s “Bay of Spirits.” Positive you’ll like that one. One of my all-time faves! For some fiction, I loved “Annabel” by Kathleen Winter, as well as “Kit’s Law” by Donna Morrissey.  I haven’t read “Galore” by Michael Crummey yet, but I’ve heard nothing but good things. 

I’ll stop posting sunrise views from my bedroom of Signal Hill now. Wait, no I won’t.

I’ll stop posting sunrise views from my bedroom of Signal Hill now. Wait, no I won’t.

Oh Gros Morne, you’re one sexy beast.

Oh Gros Morne, you’re one sexy beast.

Man, I miss Gros Morne.

Man, I miss Gros Morne.

On the trail of my father’s woodpile

On the trail of my father’s woodpile

My return to ice skating…SUCCESS! Sorta. I didn’t fall down, at least.

My return to ice skating…SUCCESS! Sorta. I didn’t fall down, at least.

My cup of tea has a tree in it

My cup of tea has a tree in it

Having a beer by the fire and waiting for the kettle to boil

Having a beer by the fire and waiting for the kettle to boil

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