BC: The far off mountains surrounding the Belleisle Valley from another blueberry barren near Somerville. | This area is the Cover Bridge area of North America. The tourist bureau gives out a map of the region with all the bridges marked on it.
1: The hill down to the ferry with the Belleisle in the far distant middle. | Belleisle Bay Ferry at the foot of our hill. | The road to home! At the ferry landing,this leads to the homestead up in the hills. The first part is wide now but as a young girl, I remember it as narrow and unpaved. However, the pavement ends at the first top and it then becomes the old gravel road again yet time goes on and people are beginning to come up on our mountain. "In my mind, I see a road a winding, its turns are closely wound around my heart, and from its twisting shoulders, I thought, I ne'er would part" parapharased from the opening lines of a poem by Flora Roberts
2: From the first turn of the Big Hill that leads from the ferry, this is the view of the strawberry field u-pick. It looks down the head of the bay.
3: Heavenly clouds mirrored on the Belleisle. | The beautiful Belleisle Bay and hubby, Graham | The Belleisle cloud formations from the top of our mountain.
4: Looking from the top of the blueberry hill, our little house sets all alone. I often think of it during the long winter - quiet and vacant - when once, not so long ago, it was so full of life! "Home- where are feet may leave but not our hearts." | The far off mountains surrounding the Belleisle Valley from another blueberry barren near Somerville.
5: The homestead from the blueberry hill during the fall of 2007. | An area in the Dining Room at Granny's old farm 2007 | Grandmother Bessie Roberts | Homestead kitchen | Grandmother 1888-1970, Bessie Roberts
6: Just like Mother Hubbard's cupboard in the dining room. | Sunrise coming up over the hill. To the left is Uncle Charlie's, Fred's and Edmund's apple trees and to the right is Gram's Four O'clock tree looking from the front veranda. | Visitors: Jeanne and Harry Keeling relaxing after dinner in the dining room.
7: Mother (Flora) sitting on the veranda looking down the road to the turn Aug 2007 | The old apple trees still bare fruit. | Hills of our ancestors surrounding the Bay, New Brunswick.
8: Grandmother's parlour unchanged for over 1/2 a century! The same couch from 1949. | The old battery radio with a picture of Grandfather, Fred Roberts in his military uniform hanging on the wall. | The homestead parlour from another angle.
9: Mother getting ready for lunch in the kitchen. She has the prayer shawl her sister Millie made for her. | Mother in her favorite spot enjoying the sun on the front veranda during the spring of 2007.
10: The blueberry hill with the four o'clock bush in front - looking from the veranda during the fall of 2007. I recently found out that this is a honey suckle bush and we also have one on our property in Nova Scotia but I will go on calling it as I always knew it and my grandchildren do too. | Graham enjoying the end of the day on the veranda. | The Kiersteadville cemetery and the many stones of the Roberts family. Our stone is the pink/grey one. | Looking out the kitchen window to the blueberry hill at the farm. How many times this scene has come to the mind of many, over the years, who sat on the couch and looked towards the hill. Each afternoon, my grandmother used to sit here and have a short break from her chores and gaze out upon her domain.
11: This our family headstone make of chinese pink and grey granite. I always believed in being prepared; I should have been a girl scout! "Forever Together" "In the arms of the angels may we find love, peace, and comfort there"
12: The ever- changing colours of the blueberry hill. The autumn brings a brillance of rosy crimson with golden, biege patches of hay and the spring sparkles with the pink of the sheep laurel bushes and the new greens of the leaves and ferns. The hill is like the moorlands of Britain. Can't you envisage Heathcliff and Catherine of Withering Heights standing by a crag with the wind blowing against them? The Blueberry Barren is an ancient rock outcropping left bare from the receding of the glacier over 12,000 years ago. The thin, acidic, soil is ideal for blueberries and cranberries. | Granny and Grandfather: Bessie and Fred Roberts. Where is your apron Grandma? Note the lace handiwork on the collar of this petite 4'11" lady and the wide straps on Papa's overhauls. Taken in the yard at the farm in the 20's or 30's. | Eek gawds !! Is that really my name on this tombstone? Angela Dawn Mathias
13: Gail and Launa near the Little Hill near the cow field. The flowers which line the roadway, I have been picking all of my life. I have walked this lane with many people both in the sunshine of the day and moonlight of the night. Don't worry about those bears as I have only seen two in my lifetime Besides, it is the cougars and coyotes we have to worry about now. | Buttercups and daisies bring on summer and sunshine along the Roberts roadway. | Devils paintbrushes mixed with daisies and buttercups along the road we so often treaded. | A Monarch butterfly among the blossoms beside the homestead. | Cows in the pasture by the Little Hill in Bates field.
14: Every two years the hill buzzes with activity for a week.The picking machines assemble and the beehives are taken away until the next season and the work begins.
15: The machines are assembled to pick the blueberries. When I was a child, the whole hill was done by hand held racks and the hill was marked off in lanes of string to show you where to pick. It is backbreaking work that is only done for a few days now after the machines have finished in order to get at the places where they cannot go, such as around the rockpiles and craggy cliff areas. | As the machines go along, they leave a wave behind them where they have been - similar to the wheat fields out west. | The picking machines reach the crest of the blueberry barren as seen from the front veranda. It takes 3 to 4 days with the machines and then the labourers come to do the picking with racks in area where the machines cannot go. | One beauty!
16: Truck after truck and more blueberries go to market. | Hand raking the old fashioned way is back breaking. | The trucks begin to carry the blueberries away.
17: This is the beach opposite the ferry landing,at the end of our road, where I learned to swim with many other cousins. At that time, there was a wharf to the left and we used to jump off and learn to dive. | A placid spot on the Belleisle, near the creek. This is near where the frozen food plant is located that makes the famous Belleisle Farm products, such as the egg rolls. | Mother in her special place, surveying the activities. After the blueberry season, the hill becomes secluded away from the world once more and mother relaxes in her own domain. | End of the harvest and only the marks of the machines remain.
18: The white spot in the field is an albino deer which came out every evening during Aug and Sep 2007. I hope he lives out the hunting season and we can see him next year. | Evening on the veranda. We wait to see if the albino deer will come out at twilight.
19: Belleisle Creek area and the covered bridge. | Sunset on the Bellisle Bay by the road leading to the farm at Long Point, Kings County, New Brunswick. How many times I wrote that address on envelopes! | A beautiful formation on the Belleisle Bay. This was taken from the ferry 2007 looking towards Long Reach and Saint John. | This area is the Cover Bridge area of North America. The tourist bureau gives out a map of the region with all the bridges marked on it. | Twilight time and the moon begins to rise over the night pasture.
20: After leaving the farm, we head off to Toronto to visit family and friends. Gail and I at the airport.
21: The ferry runs 365 days a year and is the longest cable ferry in the world covering over 1 mile across the bay.