By Judi McLeod ——Bio and Archives--January 9, 2024

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Friendly neighbors, Paul, Heather and Peter brought their gentle German Shepherd dog, ‘Olivia’ to our house on Sunday, day, so we could all weather a blizzard-like snowstorm together. That’s soul-eyed Olivia resting on our sofa in above photo. Our little Yorkie, ‘Yankee’, having played himself out, is lying on the floor beside her.

Olivia hails from Killeen, Texas where the intense summer heat made her uncomfortable. So Heather and Paul’s daughter, Corine drove the 125-pound pet all the way to the small Acadian fishing village where her parents live.

We sent Olivia’s sofa-lounging photo to CFP friend Paul B. in Illinois. Intrigued about how much colder it is here than in Texas, he looked up the village Wikipedia entry and found this beautiful song and explanation about why the talented C. J. Ramone wrote it on Aug. 23, 2016:

Mornin’ brothers and sisters. Sometimes I gotta breakout. I like to get on my motorbike and go. A couple years back, I wrote this one on a ride I did up into Canada and over to Nova Scotia.

I stopped in a little town called Pubnico to have my bike worked on and it turns out it is the oldest Acadian settlement in the world with most of its residents related to the original settlers.

It's a big fishing town too, the lyrics to this one came from everything I saw there the heroine’s name comes from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem about an acadian girl looking for her lover who was expelled by the Brits during the time of the expulsion of Acadians from Nova Scotia.

It was also the name of a boat I saw in dry dock there. So without further adieu…

“Got me a girl in Acadia my Evangeline
But I ain't seen her face in three long years
Since I sailed away to sea
She comes to me at night when I'm dreaming
Long hair blowin' in the breeze
And what feels like the warm embrace of her arms
Is really just the rolling of the seas

So carry me away boys, carry me away
Carry me to my home
'Cause I long for the girl with
The sun in her eyes
Evangeline, I'm coming home

So get ready, get set
And here we go
We'll sail away to Pubnico
Where the women are warm when the cold
Wind blows
We'll sail away to Pubnico

Now she stands on the shore so sweetly
Eyes cast out to the sea
And the tears that she cries
Fall like rain from the skies
I can taste them at the bottom of the sea
Oh Evangeline, please don't wait for me
I'm never coming home, Evangeline”

Strangers who find their way to Pubnico are entranced by its beauty, a beauty remembered longer than any storm, or unforgiving winds blowing in off the Atlantic.

Thank You, C.J.!

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