Actually, Chickadee, it was the "jigging" that gave it away. I don't know about you, but for Mom, the Rock was always Home. Even after living "away" for 40-50 years, it didn't matter...her heart always belonged to her beloved Newfoundland. As a matter of fact, we still have her ashes and plan to eventually build her a beautiful stone cairn with a little window overlooking Brigus harbour.

Her famous uncle was Capt Bob Bartlett, who was the captain of Peary's ship when he discovered the North Pole; according to family legend, and a few history books, it was Capt Bob who saved Peary's life so that he was able to make it back to tell the story...although, as I understand it, whether or not it was Peary who discovered the Pole is now in contention.

Anyway, that's always been our one slim claim to fame.

If I didn't already have the sweetest man on earth "hooked" on me, I'd be tempted by that Swan Valley story...except that I hate worms and couldn't tie one on a hook if my life depended on it. Guess I'll stick with the one I've already got!