Prince Edward Island


June 28,2000

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"Peace, you'll never know what peace is until you walk along the shores or in the fields, or along the winding red roads of Abequade on a summer twilight, when the dew is falling, and old old stars are peeping out, and
the sea keeps it's nightly trist with the little land it loves.  You find your soul then, when you look around to the dimming landscape of haunted hill, and long white sand beaches, and murmuring ocean.  On homestead light,
and old fields tilled by the dead and gone generations, even if you are not Abequade born you will say, "Why I have come home.""
  - Lucy Maud Montgomery ( "Abequade" is referring to Prince Edward Island by it's original  name).
 



 

"It was a time of wonder and marvel, of the soft touch of silver rain on the greening fields, of the incredible delicacy of young leaves, of blossom in field, and garden and wood. The whole world bloomed in a flush and tremor of maiden loveliness, instinct and evasive, fleeting charm of spring, and girlhood and young morning.  We felt and enjoyed it without understanding or analyzing it.  It was enough to be glad and young with spring on the golden road." - The Golden Road


"The sun was slanting in warm yellow lines through the thick grove of maples to the west...,and the dim green air beneath them burst in to golden block. A couple of sheep were nibbling the lush grass in a far corner of the playground; a cow-bell, somewhere in the maple woods, tinkled faintly and musically, on the still crystal air, which, in spite of it's blandness, still retained a touch of wholesome austerity and poignancy of a Canadian spring.  The whole world seemed to have fallen for the time being, into a pleasant untroubled dream."- Kilmney of the Orchard



 
 


                                                Memento Mori From her novel
                                                                                        "My Home is the Island."

                                                        "I'll never forget the days of my youth.
                                                        When the waves rippled between my toes,
                                                         taking the pink and silver grains of sand
                                                        back out to the depths of the sea.
                                                        There was a peace then; and indescribable
                                                        feeling of immortality in the
                                                        flow of the tide, and the seemingly endless
                                                        stretch of the beach and sky.
                                                        Now as I gaze out upon those same
                                                        sparking waters, I realize that youth is
                                                         never left behind, but is carried always,
                                                         gently in the hearts."

"The sea moaned eerily on the sand bar, sorrowfully even in spring, but a sly, jovial wind came piping down the red harbour road."


"... Old Man Shaw looked silently at the sunset--or, rather, through the sunset to still grander and more radiant splendors beyond,  of which the things seen were only pale reflections, not worthy "Once upon a time we all walked on the golden road.  IT was a fair highway, through the Land of Lost Delight; shadow and sunshine were blessedly
mingled, and every turn and dip revealed a fresh charm and a new loveliness to eager hearts and unspoiled eyes.

On that road we heard the song of morning stars; we drank in fragrances aerial and sweet as a May mist; we were rich in gossamer fancies and iris hopes; our hearts sought and found the boon of dreams; the years waited beyond and they were very fair; life was a rose-lipped comrade with purple flowers dripping from her fingers.

We may long have left the golden road behind, but its memories are dearest of our eternal possessions; and in the pages of this book, whose people are pilgrims on the golden road of youth." The Golden Road...LMM.
 

"The sun was setting over Rainbow Valley.  The pond wearing a wonderful tissue of purple and gold, green and crimson.  A faint blue haze rested on the eastern hill, over which a great, pale, round moon was just floating up

like a silver bubble."   - Rainbow Valley
 

"Slowly the banners of the sunset city gave up their crimson and gold; slowly the conqueror's pageant faded out.  Twilight crept over the valley and the little group grew silent.  Walter had been reading again that day in
his beloved book of myths and he remembered how he had once fancied the Pied Piper coming down to the valley on an evening like this."  Rainbow Valley

Coming or going...the Confederation Bridge ...is the door to Prince Edward Island
 



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