The above is Fort Assiniboine and it's where I'm from. Rather than show Main Street or the like this is the view of something new. Well, new to me anyway.
The emergency services building. It contains five units for rescue as the bush is quite popular during the summer long weekends.
Beyond it to the right is the school.
When I was in school there was a house in the field immediately west of the school. If it were in this pic it would obscure the school. West of that was field.
But places grow and times change and the old home hamlet has grown up around the back.
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Assiniboine is quite a name for a fort. I just did a little Wikipedia research and found that it is named after the Assiniboin people. Interesting. (Sucker for history.)
The places we know and love do change, as we change, too. That's part of what makes it bittersweet to go back home.
Aye, David. Means "boiled stones" if memory serves.
Messymimi,everyone and everything alters in its own way, especially our perspective. "Back home" is never really home again.
I should take time to visit the Fort again. In my mind's eye, it hasn't changed to a great extent, and your pictures back that up to a certain degree. But nothing stays the same.
Bag Lady, I hope you get to do that soon. I recommend a visit. The feel is about the same.
Emergency services buildings in small towns make me happy. My former home county was just celebrating 100 years of fire department.
Mary Anne in Kentucky
I understand your viewpoint, they need 'em. But it saddens me this small place needs five units.
Boiled stones is close enough to hardboiled. I like it.
Good one. I never thought of it that way.
If you ever started a blog dedicated to Fort Assiniboine, it think that Boiled Stone would make perfect name. Almost as good as The Goat's Lunch Pail.
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