The Ingonish Doucettes

Once upon a time there lived a family up on the Hill, just down the Street from Youngs Irving in Ingonish Beach, called the Doucettes. There were Sixteen of us in all and I was one one of them, my name is Murray.

 
It was a great life growing up with lots of people; all of us were very different but all looked alike.
Right now, like a lot of us Cape Bretoners, I live away and often think about home although it's been over 16 years. I left when I wrote my last exam in High School and never went back except to visit. I am still a young man at 34 years old and often wonder what it would be like had I stayed. Now I have attained some sucess as a Manager of a School District and it was only through work ethic and luck that I got to do that. I guess baiting traps and carrieing those golf bags around the course gave us some stamina to do well out here.
On the side I do upholstery and refinish furniture. I am honing my skills so that I can one day soon move back and be self-suffiecient. My partner Oscar has little time left to retire so I have to get a move on. By the way I am looking to buy some land in the North Shore.
I was born the 11th child of Keats and Corvalie Doucette. My mother has since passed on but my father
My Dads family are reimmigrants to Canada and he was a Yankee born. My Moms family goes back to past any of the stones in the Graveyard. They were the Sheas of Ingonish and there were a lot of them too.

I would like more than anything to hear from any of you transplanted or transfixed from or in Nova Scotia. I have great stories to share and an incredibly long list of jokes for you.

 
 
 
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