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Archive for November 2012

‘cold’ place names in New Brunswick

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Yesterday morning we woke to a dusting of snow on the roof of the garage and deck table.  I am not too crazy about the perils of driving in bad weather, but I love the look of new snow.

cold day in December 2011

Thinking about new snow reminded me about the several communities in New Brunswick named for adverse or chilly conditions:

Snowdon, York County – perhaps after the family name.

Coldbrook, Saint John County (now part of Saint John) – originally thought to have been called Moosepath, then Three Mile House … renamed Coldbrook in 1889, reason unknown.

Coldstream, Carleton County – first called Rockland, was renamed Coldstream in 1852.

Blowdown, Carleton County – originally called South Richmond, the community was renamed in 1869, after a significant leveling of forest as a result of the Saxby Gale (October 4-5, 1869).

Frosty Hollow, Westmorland County (now part of Sackville)– originally called Mapleburg, the community was renamed in 1927 because the first frost in the Sackville area is said to settle there.

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For information on other community names in New Brunswick, you can use the search feature at the Provincial Archives of New Brunswick  http://archives.gnb.ca/exhibits/communities/.

new snow on car roof

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newfall: words escape me

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the white ephemeral

perhaps frost

the fir boughs divided

the sculptured steel

of a flake of snow

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try again

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paper stencil

on  chocolate cake

powdered sugar

sifted on the rills

of the new plowed field

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again

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sweet in my mouth

the bitter melted in morning sun

white hot on my cheek

the writing lamp

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a lamp to the left

casts no shadow

(the shadow of a pen

or a hand)

(unless you are wrong-handed)

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chimney shadow

on a fresh-snowed roof

or trees on the eastern edge of the road

where the sun cannot warm

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the morning

dusting of ice

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try again

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Published as: ‘newfall: words escape me’,  The Fiddlehead 196: 147, Summer 1998.

Copyright  Jane Tims  2012

Written by jane tims

November 7, 2012 at 7:30 am

gathering eggs

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When we visited my grandfather’s farm in the 1960s, boredom was never a problem.  Every day brought a new discovery or learning.  One of the best activities was to help in the gathering of eggs.

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gathering eggs

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first breath after rooster presses

crowbar under sun catches

dew in the three-angled strawberry leaves

and light pings sapphire,

red, amber, emerald to opening eyes

I see Dandy waiting

black and white counterpoint to rainbow

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he greets me, ignores

the chickens scratching

along random lines, we trek

to the barn together

push the man-door, open the pen

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Diane has promised a gather

of eggs, shows me how

to shoo the hen, part the straw,

roll the egg into my hand,

build the stack in the basket

set each in a three-angled

cradle of eggs

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Dandy watches the rooster

red comb and wattles,

amber neck, iridescent tail

ignores white eggs and chickens

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Previously published as ‘gathering eggs’, Canadian Stories 15 (84), April 2012

Copyright  Jane Tims  2012

Written by jane tims

November 5, 2012 at 7:26 am

abandoned bridge – South Nation River

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In south-east Ontario, the South Nation River winds through farmland…

Driving along the river in October of 2012, we found an old metal bridge, closed to traffic.  Although left to rust, this bridge was beautiful in its simple construction.  The deck of the bridge was rotted, but wildflowers had taken hold in the debris.

According to the South Nation River link at  http://www.nation.on.ca/en/geocaching/ (South Nation Conservation), the bridge has now been removed.

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abandoned bridge, South Nation River

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years since I crossed the metal bridge –

we take the long way now,

over that engineered, concrete

contrivance, upstream

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the old bridge CLOSED, of course

trusses red with rust, corroded

pitted as the river bank

and its swallow-burrows

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once we walked those girders

leaned from the railings

amused ourselves by pitching rocks down

into the duckweed

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wouldn’t be safe today, the deck

rotted where hawkweeds bloom

all summer, cheerful

you’d think they’d been planted

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Published as ‘abandoned bridge, South Nation River’, Canadian Stories 15 (85), June 2012.

Copyright  Jane Tims  2012

Written by jane tims

November 2, 2012 at 10:00 am