Dalhousie is a mile from my cousin’s farm ( just across the border in Ontario ) . They used to drive to Dalhousie to pick up their mail , years ago , before the post office changed their address in the 1970’s to an Ontario address .
I have memories of the mill in Dalhousie where the farm’s hay was processed to collect hayseed back in 1956. My uncle had a very nice 1951 Chevy BelAir fastback , and my young cousin and a neighbor friend were bored waiting in it while the mill was processing the hay . A tin can ( five pounds ) of honey had been purchased and was in the car , so they decided to pry the lid off to get a taste . One was squeezing the can to grip it , while the other was prying the lid . When the lid popped , the can collapsed , soaking the back seat velvety cloth upholstery with the honey . You could hardly approach the car the rest of that summer because of the bees attracted to it in swarms !
My uncle taught me a whole new vocabulary that afternoon when we returned to the car .
That cousin later in life met and married a girl from Beaconsfield-Wrong!Valleyfield My Bad!