In the early 1960s my father, Sid Forward, was employed as an electrician on Sable Island. He was responsible for maintaining the lights and diesel power station. I celebrated my 4th birthday on the island. Sable was a wonderful adventure for a child. We lived in a huge sandbox with dunes to roll down and horses to ride. We were surrounded by amazing wildlife and even got to “check out” the occasional helicopter or airplane.
Arts, science, news, and an introduction to the Sable Island Institute. This public meeting relaunches the popular series of annual updates held at Saint Mary’s University. Admission is free.
On Sable Island, the remains of old stations, communication towers and other activities, discontinued for many decades or longer, are exposed as wind scours sand away from previously buried infrastructure.