Ken told him about the dedication ceremonies t0 be held 
     
     the next day, that he was welcome t0 attend, but the 
     
     gentleman said he had only a very short time to be here 
     
     and that he had to be on his way, but he enjoyed very much 
     
     meeting Ken and seeing the dedication cäirn for the French 
     
     people and the fitting remembrance of William Wallace, 
     
     and that this had been the most interesting thing of all t0 
     
     him, in his journeys through eastern Canada. 
     
    
   
   
    
     He shook Ken’s hand (and Ken has a very large hand) 
     
     and the stranger’s hand was so large, it completely covered 
     
     Ken’s entire hand. Then the mysterious visitor, who was 
     
     driving alone, got in his dark-colored van and drove away. 
     
    
   
   
    
     That was the last Ken saw ofhim, and he hasn’t seen or heard 
     
     of him since. 
     
    
   
   
    
     The unusual aspect of the story is that, upon his first 
     
    
   
   
    
     encounter with this exceedingly tall, rugged elderly 
     
     gentleman, Ken sensed something almost unnatural, even 
     
     strange - that seemed to emanate from this man. His very 
     
     first impression when he first laid eyes on this very tall, 
     
     strong gentleman, before they even began their conversation 
     
     was “Well, ifI didn’t know better, l’d swear it was Wallace 
     
     himself, dropping by t0 check on the memorial cäirn, and 
     
    
   
   
    
     that he most certainly approved of it, giving his blessing". 
     
    
   
   
    
     And that was the mvsterious 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     encounter Ken had experienced 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     at the memorial cäirn. 
     
    
   
   
    
     And now, a personal note to 
     
     you, David Le Gallant, and your 
     
     Association, from Ken himself: 
     
    
   
   
    
     l felt that you might like t0 
     
     have this letter in remembrance 
     
     of all the events that seemed t0 
     
     occur in an almost magical way 
     
     - how everything came about; 
     
     the cäirn that exceeded 12,000 
     
     lbs., and the unique shape of it, 
     
     like the prow of a ship, and the 
     
     people that turned out from all 
     
     denominations and cultures. 
     
    
   
   
    
     l would like t0 thank you for 
     
     the great unrelenting effort 
     
     and dedication that you gave 
     
    
   
   
    
     to myself and our society, to 
     
    
   
   
    
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     further the history of the Acadian people who once lived 
     
     in our area. They will always be remembered due t0 
     
     you and your Acadian Museum Association’s wonderful 
     
     contribution. 
     
    
   
   
    
     On behalf of the Belfast Historical Society and myself, 
     
     we wish you the blessings of God and thank you for the 
     
     great work you have done in keeping the knowledge that 
     
     you have, to continue the furthering of the causes of you 
     
     and your people. You and all the members of the Acadian 
     
     community will always be welcome in the community of 
     
     the Scots of Belfast, Prince Edward lsland. Thank you and 
     
     God Bless. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Sincerely, 
     
     Ken Emery, 
     
     President, Belfast Historical Society 
     
    
   
   
    
     [Submitlea’ m David Le Gal/(ml, past president Of bath thc 
     
     Acadian Museum Association of RE]. and lhe SisIer 
     
     Anioinetîe DesRocheS Historical C ommittee. by Jayne 
     
     K. Emery. on behalfafherfathei: Ken Emery. and all Ilze 
     
     members off/le Bel/as! Historica/ Sociery]. 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     Our heartfclt sympathy t0 the Emery Famin and t0 
     
     members of the Belfast Historical Society. 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     Mrs. Saundra Emery and her daughterJayne 
     
     (Wood Islands, November let, 2007)