I decided to come to PEI this year, rather than do my regular Nova Scotia trip, to pay homage to my second childhood boyfriend, after Mark Hamill:
Jonathan Crombie was the most perfect Gilbert Blythe a girl could ever imagine. My crush never wavered. Every August, during PBS’s fund drive, I would wait out the long, boring studio segments–you know the ones where some poor bastard had to talk incessantly and rows of people sat in the background talking on telephones, taking donations? Yeah, I sat through a lot of those to watch Anne of Green Gables. I hear they’re filming a new version. And I’ll watch it. But nothing will replace Megan Follows and Jonathan Crombie.
Sadly, Jonathan Crombie passed away unexpectedly this past spring. He was only 48. So this trip was my high five to his awesomeness, now that he’s hanging with Colleen Dewhurst and Richard Farnsworth. (Holy crap–in researching, I just noticed that Colleen Dewhurst is/was Campbell Scott’s mom. Mind blown. Nerd moment. Sorry.)
Back to Anne. I’ve already mentioned that Anne is all over the island.
What is it with PEI and potholders?
I did a lot of Anne stuff the first time I visited, so I kept it light this time around. I went to Avonlea Village, which is set up like a little town, but really houses shops serving pizza and grilled cheese, and some L.M. Montgomery (author) artifacts. So, like, maybe she knocked on this door once and so they moved the whole thing to this spot and now sell grilled cheese sandwiches out of it.
And this was truly the church she attended:
And these must be the shot glasses she drank from before starting in on a new story.
And this is likely the pay phone she used to call her parents and tell them she wasn’t going to be bringing the horse and buggy home anytime soon because she’d had too many raspberry liqueur cordials out of those torso shot glasses.
Anyway, it’s a cute spot to get out and walk around for a few minutes, but it has nothing to do with Anne.
Then there’s Anne herself. I shouldn’t be so judgy, but I think it’s time to pull back on the fake tanner.
But of all the stuff I saw, I think my favorite Anne marketing was a simple campaign in a shop by the Bridge of Certain Death.
Easy to walk by, until you see the pictures people have taken. These men are such good sports. Good on you for indulging your women in their childhood fantasies. I commend you!
I think the mustaches really add that little je ne sais quoi to the moment.