We had an idea.  Let’s talk to each other about where we live.  We live in the North End.  Why should we talk to each other, and why should we talk to each other about the North End?

Ours is a borough of Sydney utterly unique from all others.  We’re geographically isolated—a stubborn little peninsula apart from the rest of the city.  The North End is flanked on the west side by a million dollar marine terminal and absurd giant fiddle, while on the east it nestles a century old toxic waste dump.

Our meticulously cared for and celebrated Cossit House (1785) sits next-door to the decidedly uncelebrated Capt. John Lorway House (1790).  Depending on where you happen to be standing in the North end you’re never more than a block away from modest homes nor subtle affluence—and never beyond stumbling distance of extraordinary history.

And that’s before you’ve even met anyone who lives here.

From my front porch on Amelia Street I can see no fewer than three nationally acclaimed independent musicians, a dynamic entrepreneur who has been running his own businesses since he was fifteen, a woman who has lived in the North End for ninety-five years and a young French Canadian doctor who has recently started practicing in Glace Bay.

You might wonder who these people are.  Hence the Turnip.

The Turnip is our way of getting to know who is living around you. Such a unique part of the city deserves a unique perspective and so we turn to the residents of the North End itself — our neighbors — to provide that perspective. The Turnip’s is a simple mission: to provide news and opinions on issues that concern the North End, to draw attention to the artistic and cultural endeavors of North End residents, and to give a voice to an often maligned yet blossoming community.

At one time they dumped toxic goo in the north end, now they dump boatloads of tourists here.  Comparatively, things are looking up.