Gerry, my husband, decided, when we moved back here, to start a blog. What he was going to do with it, was basically to write up the history of Pokiok … the part of Saint John where he grew up. If, for nothing else, for posterity, for his sons … they might take an interest in history one day, or for the occasional passer-by. He’s been doing this ever since … he’s got quite a few comments from local Saint Johnners, as the rumour spread that there was a blog online about Pokiok!
The other night though — and that, I think was the sweetest of all — he got a comment. Turned out it was written by a care giver for an old lady in her 90’s! The care giver had been reading from his blog for about three hours and the little, old lady was elated! Gerry knows the lady from his childhood and is going to see her — she still lives in Pokiok.
I thought that was so sweet … Pokiok is located up on that hill — you can see a white house up there, that’s close to where he was born. There is actually a whole little clung of houses but they aren’t visible from this angle.