What a hot day!! Cargo started unloading again at 6A.M. and we hope to get off (Start sailing again.) at 5 P.M.. Some people are expected for Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada and Philadelphia. Went shopping at the P.O. (Post Office.). We only found one good picture post card of the place, but the purser gave us a card on our return to the ship, of the Moneyhair, of all things!!. After lunch, we went through the fishing village along the front of Signal Hill. It was hot and very smelly, but interesting and picturesque. The cod drying on the platforms. We got beyond the village, at last and Hugh climbed down the cliff and tried fishing, while I sat above and watched the fishing boats sailing in and out of the harbor. We raced back to the ship, but of course, we need not have bothered, as the ship didn’t steam out until 6 P.M.. The view was lovely with the sunset behind the city and we were late getting below for our dinner.

August 8, Tuesday.

A warm day and smooth sea, but it got foggy toward evening and the fog horn began at 9 P.M., sounding every three minutes until 11:30 P.M., then again very soon after that, keeping us up a good part of the night. We passed Sable Island and the dreaded quicksand during the night.

August 9, Wednesday.

Warm and windy. After breakfast we watch three porpoises race alongside the ship for some time, they seemed to make no effort and looked as though they must of had a motor inside. A second class passenger and her two daughters are also bound for Coindoor, her husband having taken a farm in the neighborhood this spring. We hope to get into Halifax in time to catch the afternoon train to Windsor. I am burnt and am sure, they will think me looking very burnt at Millers Creek. The passage from St. john’s has been smooth all the way. We did not arrive until 6 P.M. and it was nearly 7 P.M. before we were through customs, etc.. We went to the Halifax Hotel for the night. Hugh telephoned Herbert (Herbert Leslie Maynard 1865-1950.) from his bedroom and told him when to expect us in Windsor. We went to bed early, so as to be fresh for an early start. We saw nothing of Halifax, except its fine harbor.

August 10, Thursday.

Left Halifax at 7:30 A.M. and reached Windsor at 9:30 A.M.. A very pretty stretch of country with pretty lakes and wooded hills. Herbert arrived with little Lewis, (Lewis Metzler Maynard 1904-1961) a few minutes after the train got in to Windsor. I should of known Herbert anywhere! Herbert had to take Lewis to the dentist.

So Hugh and I did some shopping and sent our heavy luggage on to Brooklyn, which is only three miles away. Herbert drove us to his home in time for lunch and we had a very warm welcome from Florrie, (Florence Maynard-nee Metzler.) Herbert’s wife. Also the two nieces. The two older boys were away at work (George Leslie Maynard 1892-1988), and (Temple Walsham Maynard 1895-1986.).Leslie helping out on a neighbor’s farm and Temple at the quarry, carting plaster. We talked and saw over the house, outhouses and garden, etc.. In the evening, while Herbert and Hugh went to fetch the luggage from Brooklyn. The girls and I went for a pretty walk with Florrie. It was very hot and the mosquitoes began to feast on us, in spite of a preventive bought at Windsor.

August 11, Friday.

A wet morning, we unpacked the bale amid much excitement, everyone being much pleased with the contents. In the afternoon, as it still rained, we had some music. Herbert played the violin with Hugh accompanying on the American Organ. We talked over old times and Herbert asked after my old friends.

August 12, Saturday.

Hugh went off with Herbert at 6 A.M. for a days work in the quarry and left Temple at home, as he had a nasty inflamed eye. They took Daisy the mare, a pretty creature, and did not return until 5 P.M.. A nice, bright day with a cool north-wind for the afternoon. The girls, Maggie and Florrie (Alice Margaret and Florence Maynard.) and Lewis and I went down to the river at high tide and the girls bathed, while Lewis and I watched a schooner come in on the tide into Millers Creek. It had come to fetch the fertile mud that makes the dry land so good for hay. Herbert has four acres of dyke land, but it is four miles away.

August 13, Sunday.

A beautiful day. Herbert drove Hugh, Leslie and myself to church at Brooklyn. The children, all except Willie (William Nesbit Maynard 1908-1998.), the baby went to Sunday School, a half mile away. We had a nice service, Leslie singing in the chorus, and Mr. Wade, the clergyman, came and greeted us after the service was over. They had a harmonica and violin for music. The afternoon was taken up with photographing family both near the house and river, some of them bathing In the evening we had hymns, some old favorites. Hugh accompanying on the organ.

August 14, Monday.

Herbert and Temple up early for the quarry, where the two of them can make about 15P per day (About a sixth part of a British Pound.) with the mare and cart. Hugh, the girls and I followed them at 11 A.M.. I took our lunch.

We took about one and a quarter hours to walk and found it very hot. The quarry was most interesting, with the blasting and the steam shovel especially. Herbert and Temple were carting rubble away, but Hugh took photos of them and also of the various parts of the quarry with men at work. After our lunch, we went for a trip with the planter (The man who placed the TNT charges.) to Avondale, where the plaster material is shipped. We had to ride in the coal truck on a very rough line (Rail road line.) and were much shaken, but we all enjoyed it and admired our day!! Where a creek of the Bay of Sunday comes in, it was a short run of three miles, and we saw a large barge, just starting with its Master for New York. There they make Plaster of Paris and Portland Cement from it. We came home about 5 P.M., hot and tired, but having enjoyed our day very much. I am getting eaten up with mosquitoes - the brutes!! They appreciate English meat!! The flies here are dreadful in spite of the screens over the windows and the outer door.

August 15, Tuesday.

This morning Hugh has been developing photos, and the girls, Lewis and I went to fetch the laundry in the children’s go-cart. Florrie, of course, is hard at work, for all of us. I will try hard to help her more. In the evening, we had more music - all the old tunes that Herbert, has remembered for over 20 years.

August 16, Wednesday.

A very wet, and stormy day. The fishing expedition already planned, had to be given up, but the men hope to go tomorrow instead. The ground in the orchard is covered with fallen apples. It was quite chilly with an Autumn feeling in the air. We stayed in the house nearly all day.

August 17, Thursday.

A beautiful, clear and bright day. Florrie had a girlfriend, who came to help in the house. So she was able to leave home and we: Fairlet: (In high sprits.) went off in the buggy to Ashdale. Saw the old home and farm and Hugh took two photos in passing of it. We left the men at the river. Herbert and Florrie and I drove back to Ashdale, where we had lunch with a dear old couple, Florrie’s aunt and uncle. We talked and visited until 3:30 P.M., when we drove off again to another bridge, over the river, five miles upstream, where we had arranged to meet the fishermen at 5 P.M.. It was very pretty, with a :River Spinning Mill: close by, which we went to see. Florrie and I sat and talked a long time at the bridge, as the men did not appear until 6:30 P.M.. Then we had to hurry back to supper at Ashdale and did not get back home until 11:30 P.M., a most enjoyable day. The fishing for the men was disappointing, as it was too late in the season. We saw a wonderful meteor on the way home, which lit up the whole landslide!!