Nhạc sĩ: David Mallett
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My father's name was Aubrey Mallet, which is an unusual name and easy to remember, I suppose.Aubrey Mallet, and he came originally from Nova Scotia, from Digby, Nova Scotia.And then he, they traveled around a bit when he was a kid.His father worked on ships, so they traveled to like New London, Fall River, exotic places like that.Then they wound up back in Digby in the 20s for a while, until all hell broke loose there in 29, I guess.Then they headed up to Maine, and they kind of wintered out the Depression in Maine, and he met my mother and never left again.But after 50 years had passed, my father, Aubrey Mallet, wanted to go back to his, he wanted to go back to visit his hometown of Digby, Nova Scotia.So my brothers made kind of a weekend of it, and they took him and they packed up the station wagon and they went down to Bar Harbor and caught the ferry over to, over to Nova Scotia.Spent the weekend looking around to see how things had changed in 50 years.Well, they spent, spent the first night in a motel, and the second day they headed to this little town of Salmon River, Digby County, Nova Scotia.They pulled into town, they pulled by where the school used to be, where the old man learned how to play basketball.He was a great basketball player, my father was.Then they headed past where the old, the old house used to be, where they used to live at All Fallen End, of course.Went by the graveyard where all the other old mallets were.Long about noontime, I guess on the second day, they, they pulled down, downtown in this little village in Salmon River, Digby County.Pulled up in front of the General Store, which was the only building still there that looked familiar.Pulled up in front of the General Store in the station wagon, and the old man got out of the car and walked up the steps.And this had been 50 years since my father, Aubrey Mallet, was in this town.Well, he pulled up in front of the store and walked up the steps and in the front door, and the old man behind the counter was reading the paper.And he looked up and he said, Hi, Aubrey.That's a true story, man.