Fond Memories of the North

Photo by Sandra Webb
Too many years ago, I worked in the North for 7 years. They were the best years of my career and by the amazing means of social networking, I have reconnected with this wonderful world I left behind. Lots has changed over these years, I am now a silly senior, the children I worked with are parents and some grandmas and grandpas. Shortly after I left, the village was relocated to the mainland due to the Hydro Quebec power project and when dealt with a load of lemons, the community made sweet lemonade. The development of the new town was to everyones' advantage. Electric power, running water, proper housing, stores and ammenities. Now to think there is a road to connect the south to the north, although an 18 hour drive to Montreal. Every now and then I get an email from someone asking me to be their friend and did I used to work in Fort George. Slowly I am reconnecting with these wonderful people. This past Sunday, my God daughter posted a picture of her mom's teepee, and cooking bannock over the open fire. Ummmmmm. It is funny how our memories are flooded with reminiscences and the yearning to turn the clocks back in time. But, I guess when you look at it realistically, I finished a wonderful chapter of my book back in the early 70's, but unlike any book you can buy in the store, have been able to go back and catch up on my story whether it be fun, happy, tragic or overwhelming, it all seems to fulfill the homesickness I have continued to feel over all these years.