Please come out and enjoy 12 hours of wonderful music starting with the Miramichi youth at 12noon. Food will be available on site. Our very own Dr. Tiffany Keenan is in Haiti helping with the relief effort. Lets all show our support!
Donations of sandwiches and sweets are welcome. This event is being completely supported by donations from local businesses and volunteers so all the money being raised will go to Haiti. Several businesses will be making donations that day. If there is anyone else who plans to make a presentation, could you please contact me at 622 -1780 or e–mail bb2@nb.sympatico.ca. Receipts will be available for donations over $20.00.
Thank you for your continued support,
Susan Butler, C.M.,O.N.B., Coordinator for Miramichi Cares
Friday, August 27, 2010 at 9 a.m. to Sunday, August 29, 2010 at 6:00 p.m.
The Upper Miramichi Regional High School in Boiestown will be closing its doors at the end of June 2010. The Doaktown Primary School will also be shutting down in late fall/early winter. As of September 2010, Doaktown Consolidated High will be removing its Grades 6-12 students so they can join as one with those from UMRHS to form the new Central New Brunswick Academy.
A joint-committee of residents from the Rural Community of Upper Miramichi and from the Village of Doaktown is planning a gala reunion to honor our former schools and to celebrate a new beginning. The “Two Schools One Spirit” event scheduled for August 27 – August 29, 2010 will feature a Meet & Greet, tours of the schools (new and old), an ecumenical church service and songfest, “The Last Dance” prom, and much, much more.
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Miramichi Cares For Haiti
A 12 hour Musical Marathon
Saturday, February 27th, 12 noon to midnight
Beaverbrook Kin Centre
All proceeds to ORA International
(Orphans & Refugees Aid, & Haiti feeding program)
Musical Program Coordinated by Susan Butler and featuring music of all ages.
Volunteers needed, sandwiches, sweets etc.
Call Brenda Burns at Dr. Hudson’s office 627 -2729 or hudson679@hotmail.com or Susan Butler at 622 – 1780 or bb2@nb.sympatico.ca
by Kellie Underhill
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A Peaceful Easy Feeling
Normally, Sammy would have thrown himself into the throng, but after so many days of being on the go he just wanted to relax. He needed to get off Main Street and find a quiet place by the river to collect his thoughts. He walked back to the bridge, went down to the river, jumped in and started to swim. The water always felt so good on his skin. He swam upstream, saw some cabins by the water and decided to have a closer look. There were a quite a few cottages, some larger than others. They were spread out for privacy and surrounded by grass and trees. It was beautiful, so peaceful and relaxing. A dirt road meandered from cottage to cottage and Sammy followed it until he came to a big cottage marked Office. He stepped onto the front porch just as the door opened and a woman rushed out. Read more »
by Kellie Underhill
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Whooping It Up in Blackville
When he woke Sammy walked out to the main road. He looked left and right wondering which way to turn. To the left he saw a church on top of a hill. To his right there was a bridge and on the other side he could see a couple of buildings, one with a neon open sign in the window, the other with pictures of ice cream cones on the outside. Food! Sammy made a beeline for the bridge.
Inside Big E Chicken Sammy ordered a sub sandwich, which was a new menu item. He sat at a table by the window and tried to look inconspicuous, but none of the staff or other customers seemed to take any particular interest in him. He relaxed and enjoyed his food. Maybe the danger had passed. When he finished he went next door to the ice cream stand for a cool sweet treat and then sat on the patio basking in the sunshine. A teenaged boy with longish hair and baggy clothes was also sitting on the patio. “Excuse me,” Sammy said to the boy. “But I wondered if you could tell me where I might go around here to meet some people.” Read more »
by Kellie Underhill
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Everything Old is New Again
The sign said Renous River Antiques. He decided to go in and have a look around, maybe the shop would have something to eat. Inside Sammy discovered a world of handicrafts and antiques.
“Is there something I can help you with?” the man behind the counter asked. “I was just about to close.”
“Oh,” Sammy said. “I’ve been travelling a long time and I know this is an Antique shop but I thought you might have something to eat, souvenir chocolate or a lollipop or something. Right about now anything would be good.” Read more »
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The Resort
He woke hours later. Night had fallen over Miramichi and Sammy gazed at all the city lights from people’s homes, cars and street lamps. Bobbing in the water around Beaubear’s Island provided a wonderful view. He drew inspiration from the lights; after all they had drawn him here in the beginning. He needed to believe this quest was leading to something. He knew in his soul that Rachel’s uncle had not steered him wrong. And as suddenly as hope bloomed in his heart, he saw a different kind of light coming toward him. In fact there were dozens, tiny greenish yellow sparks, skimming the water. They came upon him suddenly and zoomed past. Lightning bugs! Fireflies! Read more »
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Off to the Market
The Farmer’s Market was big with many tables full of handicrafts, arts, homemade cooking and much more. A large crowd moved through the aisles. Sammy got breakfast before entering the throng to search for the mayor. He saw breads, cookies, cakes and pies, but no mayor. He saw sweaters, mittens, doilies, and dolls, but no mayor. He saw bird houses, mirrors, face creams and jams, but no mayor. Round and round Sammy went but he couldn’t find the mayor anywhere. This is hopeless, he thought. He went outside and sat on the curb to think. An outdoor vendor noticed him. “If it’s none of my business, just say, but you seem a bit sad, is there anything I can help you with?” Read more »
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Sticks and Stones May Break Your Bones
The Scottish Festival was being held on the Miramichi Agricultural Exhibition grounds. Sammy wondered how he would look in a tartan kilt. He’d never seen a man in a skirt before, but here it seemed normal.
“Oh, there you are!” a woman exclaimed as she grabbed him by the shoulders and steered him through the crowd. “The games have started. Hurry!”
“Wait!” Sammy hollered. “I think you’ve made a mistake!” Read more »
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A Room at the Rodd
The Monday morning sun hung low in the sky as the pink VW van pulled into the parking lot of the Rodd Miramichi River Hotel. Gladys and a bunch of new girlfriends from Bay du Vin blew kisses out the windows and honked as they lurched away grinding gears, leaving an exhausted Sammy standing on the sidewalk. He couldn’t wait to sleep. Mabel had offered to phone and book him a room; he entered the lobby to see if she followed through.
“Can I help you?” The young woman at the desk smiled.
“Yes,” Sammy said. “I believe I have a reservation, the name is . . . is . . . umm . . . Mabel of Escuminac?” Read more »
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February 24, 2010 7:01 pm | 
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