The picture below is looking at Entry as we got closer to it. Once your boat docks in Grindstone, you have to take a private boat across to Entry. It's about 1 1/2 hours. Entry looks so small when you look across the water but as you get closer, it becomes a large looming island, rising up from the water! Her impressive appearance fills you will anticipation. What will I see or do? On the private boat, we met other cousins going home to Entry. They were in PEI or visiting on the main islands.
The Magdalen Islands are a series of islands joined by sand dunes. There is a large salt mine on the main island that goes miles underneath the ocean. I couldn't imagine going down there and I hope those people make rich money, because they deserve. I don't like going underground so miners have my full respect!
|This picture captures all of Entry Island and the long beek of land is where the Dickson home is.|
|Here a little clearer picture, but it was raining all the way over.|
|The Entry Island Museum has this paper on display when Britain declares war on Germany.|
Many Entry men signed up willingly for all three wars WWI, WWII, Hong Kong and the Koren war.
|Entry Island looking towards that long beek I mentioned where the Dickson old home was but is now torn down.|
|The old grave yard is mostly covered by tall grass and weeds. We had quite the time getting up there. It's located up on a hill.|
|Entry Island houses|
|Beautiful old country homes on Entry|
|This is looking down the road from our cousins house on Entry.|
|Entry Island grave yard. The church sits to the left. There are graves all around the church which over looks the ocean towards the main island.|
|The dark green is where the old graveyard is and that is Big Hill in the distance.|
|Entry Island graveyard and you can see the main island in the background.|
|Donald was Bill and Jane's son and his gravestone shows the love felt for this warm and quite man.|
|My grandmother Elizabeth Harris Dickson (some say her nick name was Lizzy). She had long raven black hair which she wore in a long pony tail as she ran across the fields with the wild horses. She loved horses.|