After leaving Grand Pré, we drove to Kentville, less than an hour away. My parents had lived there during the war, basically right after they were married. I wanted to find the house where they lived with my 2 brothers. It was located on Main Street.
We didn’t find much when we got there. The town is old enough but a visit to the town museum revealed very little information on the war years of WWII. I don’t even think my parents’ residence is still there, and if it is, it’s probably a commercial building, perhaps a hairdresser or a dental clinic.
We did figure that my dad was stationed at Camp Aldershot, a little down the road. We took a quite drive through it, but there was no museum there for us to consult.
We had a quick tea at Timmy’s (which was not there for sure when my mom lived there!), ate lunch on the fly and were off.
I do remember my mother lamenting how difficult it was for a young French speaking bride to get along in that community. I can see why – according to the records, the Catholic Church had to be built outside the city limits. Yes, it was that English Protestant a town!! Ok Mom, I can understand now.
Turning my world upside down! 