A Night at Needham

During one of the weekly City Tours – this particular trip to remember the Halifax Explosion (Dec 6, 1917 – 9:05 a.m.) - we drove around the city so we would eventually go along the harbor from Bedford Basin towards the Pier. 

 

I told the story of that 'dark day' and pointed out the place the explosion occurred and then commented on the help we received from Boston.  As we drove around I pointed out the school that still has blinds pulled in memory of the children saved on that fateful day.  Then we drove back to the North End and visited Fort Needham where a monument with bells sits as a memorial to the Explosion.  This is in front of the Hydrostone area of Halifax (buildings built to withstand another such explosion and still standing beautifully and strong today as 96 years ago). 

 

Ms P (usually quite quiet) piped up and asked if she could tell a story.  She commented that she lived nearby and a lady was in child labour and she was making very scary noises.  Ms P got in contact with two friends and to avoid the scary noises they spent the night on Fort Needham hill (a spooky spot today). 

 

She still giggles about it.

Ms P has very bad eye sight and has told me often as she gets into the van how "pretty soon she won't be able to", or "I think the van it getting taller" to which we both smile and attempt to find a way to lower it.  One thing she never misses to repeat is "don't get old - it ain't for sissies"

As bad as her eye-sight is she still visits Sobeys and on her own finds the few things she needs.

[During this Easter Season (2016) think of a senior near you and remember them in your prayers.]