Rogersville disguised as Bouctouche

Rogersville Transplanted

It seems like all the folks in Rogersville, NB, a small town inland and NW of Bouctouche, are here for the Acadian Day celebrations. They have known each other for a long time, so as a result, nothing any of them does, surprises the others. They enjoy sitting around sipping beer and telling stories on each other. (some sip more then others) They love their music and one of the bands that played Saturday night was entirely made up of folks from Rogersville. Good Acadian bands have a harmonica, mandolin, fiddle, guitars, drums, squeeze box, and even a near banjo. The Rogersville band had all of these and more. Most of them were related and they had stopped playing together some five years ago, but Roger (of Rogersiville) got them to come back together for Saturday night’s festivities. You would have never known they had been apart for years.

For a 17 hour Acadian party there were very few disagreements. After Suzy and I went to bed a couple of near ninety year olds did get in a fight and have to be separated. They were sent to opposite corners of the tent and things were fine. Suzy and I did witness a couple of guys so drunk, that one lit the other’s nose on fire trying to light his cigarette. Then the two of them tried to figure out what happened.

But what I will always remember about the crew from Rogersville, NB is how they took Suzy and I into their festivities and made us feel almost “Acadian”. Great memories are made of this stuff.