My grandparents on my father's side were from Nova Scotia. I used to visit my grandmother's farm house as a child (as well as alot of the other grandchildren) in Eelbrook, not far from Halifax. It was a trip back in time, her old farm house had a wood-burning stove and an old black upright phone on the kitchen wall with the receiver on the hook. I went fishing once with my dad and great uncles Hector, Evee and Frank and we caught around 75 mackerel on handlines, (the way they always fished) and I thought I was the luckiest kid around. My grandmother made a fish stew and we doled out the rest of the fish around the neighborhood in the village. Nova Scotia is a magical place.