Cathy, When I was a kid I used to go up your way at least once a year to visit my grandparents in Saint Quentin, NB. Unforgettable farm country! potato barns! and the smells of that earth are heavenly! We'd take Rt 1 to Mars Hill, Fort Fairfield, Limestone and on to Van Buren. Stop at customs and grab some liquor and cigarettes. Rt. 17 to Saint Quentin was wild country. Coyote, fox and bobcat were seen often. My fondest memories are listening to the jigs in the kitchen till after midnight. Local relatives popping in and out. My father, his mandolin, uncle from Rimouski, his fiddle, grandfather blew the torpedo, uncle, the spoons, grandmother getting everybody else off their can and on the floor. We laughed and teased all night long! Lord, I wish I could relive those days!! My appreciation for music feeds off of those times. I really need to start learning to play an instrument(s), at least for the sake of my family. Do you or anyone else have memories to inspire you to music?
[ February 28, 2006, 03:54: Message edited by: marc in maine ]
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