I am hot to be travelling…windows down, the sea breeze in my hair and salty aroma alive all around me…not long to go and I shall be doing on-the-road research. Passing through New Brunswick, to Nova Scotia where the Marco Polo Table currently resides, I am planning to stop at the New Brunswick museum in Saint John where there are parts of the Marco Polo clipper in residence. I shall also meet up with the “Go-To-Man” around the Marco Polo, Barry Ogden, builder of the replica of the Marco Polo (see the Marco Polo Project http://new-brunswick.net/marcopolo/project.html) , currently looking for a place around Saint John to display her so people can visit.
So, along with planning my trip and getting through my work life, I am scurrying to complete my draft of the part of the book having to do with the ship, and to come up with a few good questions for Mr Ogden. Talk about multi-tasking: I get going on one thing and a solution for a dilemma somewhere else in the story comes along, just pops into my mind. I am finding this process amazing and fun.
Having started out my life in New Brunswick, but soon moving away to Nova Scotia, I have really seen little of the province of my birth. This will be a trip of self-discovery, self-recovery, perhaps, as I return to see the house I lived in when I was very little, outside Campbellton. Will I remember anything there? I hardly have any recollection of it, except through the lens of my mother’s camera or stories my parents shared of my infancy. But the energy. I expect I shall know the energy. Or something…
In Nova Scotia, I am retrieving the table from my family and bringing it up to Ontario to live with me. And there, it will tell me its story, my family’s history through the experience of this shaped, unique little table. And the story will be able to continue to evolve and write itself.