When my friend M bought her new home, she assured us it was definitely “in Halifax.” Technically, she is correct. The neighbourhood is better known as Rockingham, nestled between Halifax and Bedford along a busy commuting corridor linking the two communities.
A couple of weeks ago, M invited some of us over to make, and then eat, some authentic Polish pieryogi – Grandma’s-recipe-brought-from-Poland authentic. Despite the continuing transit strike, I was going to eat pieryogi. Once again, it was a nice day and I had the time, so I set out on another journey to see my city at ground level. And then eat a pile of fresh, delicious pieryogi. What this woman won’t do for some food.
My journey clocked in around 7 kilometres, which I expected to take 90 to 100 minutes. Having only walked about half of this route in the past, I really didn’t know what to expect. Figuring it was both safe and navigable, I set out on a crisp February afternoon.
The first half of the route is overwhelmingly residential, but I found lots of little treats along the way.
My original plan was to cut through two neighbouring cemeteries along the way, but I was disappointed to discover the Jewish cemetery was not open to the public, leaving me to just see a few things at a distance.
I changed my route slightly through Fairview Lawn Cemetery, which I had never walked through before. This is a real shame, because there’s a lot to see. It’s the final resting place of dozens of people who perished on the Titanic, Canadian Prime Minister Sir Charles Tupper, and many members of Halifax’s immigrant communities – a vital and interesting part of our history.
With this year being the commemoration of 100 years since the loss of the Titanic, Fairview Lawn cemetery is probably going to be busier than usual. Still, it’s an important part of our city’s history and definitely worth learning more about the connection.
The Bedford Highway itself had a couple of treats. Like I said earlier, it’s a commuting corridor, but there’s still lots of see if you’re meandering on foot and not whizzing by in a car.
There were a couple of spots of difficulty getting cars to stop for me so I could legally cross the street, but the real danger was this small dog, in my very own neighbourhood, who barked at me for a solid ten minutes.
In the end, my lollygagging got the better of me. Wanting to get started on our pieryogi feast, my friends came out in a car looking for me. This left me wondering if, in fact, the suburbs were friendlier, or just more impatient. In the end, the pieryogis were delicious and totally worth the walk. Even if I did have a meat, pastry, and butter hangover the next day.
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