Grand Bruit: Horseman, pass by

Grand Bruit, my mother's birthplace, remains one of Newfoundland's most beautiful harbours, but now without a school, come September.

In the cool evenings of August, as the visitors get down to their last few hours spent home in Grand Bruit, the passage of many eras will compound again, as it has so many times before.

My mother was an alumnus of that school. My father taught there.

The metropolian world moves on. 'Equalization' is another profanity that will not brave the winterlude in Grand Bruit.

Comments

[joe]

Interesting but in Alberta we have had many rural school closures over the years. In grade 2 I met a new friend who had to go to a new school 20 miles away when his school was closed down. In grade 6 I made many new friends when another school closed and the students had to be bussed 20 miles. The same happened in grade 9. Some of those kids were bussed 60 miles each way through the prairie winter. IMHO cry me a river.