(An Excerpt from the last Scene. Annie’s sister, Jessie is
leaving the community to secure employment elsewhere.)
JESSIE: You were always the stronger sister. I could not leave you otherwise.
JESSIE: I will.
(JESSIE kisses ANNIE and exits)
ANNIE: I wonder sometimes if I will ever look back to this as a happy time.
Well no matter. No one can change the past, but they can pick and choose the parts they want to relive.
Since leaving Nova Scotia, my dilemma has been,
How can I let go of yesterday
So that I can be part of tomorrow?
And now I think I have, because
The past we carry in us.
It lives on in the minds of all who knew it:
In the hollow husk of a cedar fence post
Strangled by page wire
That marked hope for the future;
In the curbing that outlives the old well
Where the butter and cream were hung
And bloated bodies of drowned mice
To be recovered by a lowered pail.
Real and tangible things;
None of which could have value
Or meaning for anyone else,
Except as clues
Stumbled upon by people
Curious to connect the past with the future.
I will honour ancestral memories,
Preserve their essence,
Become their voice and spirit,
And they will be my strength forever.
(The tableau dissolves. Music out)