Legend
They must think I made this place up. Cousins seem to appear from behind every bush and rock. They see my last name on street signs and store fronts. Ancient, crackled photos are produced at every stop. This was your great-great-great uncle's ship. This was the house your grandfather was born in. None of them exist anymore. We go to museums where there was something real before. This was once a fortress. This, a fishing station. The lobster pots are a prop now. Inside, a tool for mending nets is displayed with a laminated plaque explaining how it worked. My grandfather's hands explained it to me a lifetime ago.
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—Kyran, 7:34 AM
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How amazing it must be to share this with the boys, for you and for them.
This post emits so much nostalgia. Your words are bringing smells and textures and sights all to me here in landlocked Arkansas. What a wonderful childhood you must have had.
very very awesome. Yr son looks just like you in that photo! xoxoxo
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I offer my body to the Cammack Pool one centimeter at a time, preserving the precious dry skin above the surface for as many minutes as my tippy-toes allow. Just looking at that child walking bravely into the surf makes me shiver.
Kids are so stupid. ;-)
Do you still have the shipping and boating in your blood? Have you gone sailing? Or a Carnival cruise?
Your background so kicks the ass of my suburban texas upbringing. Nevertheless, I commend you for inspiring thoughts of worthy stories of my own past, however lame they might sound next to yours. Let's give it a go round some cocktails when you return. I am enjoying your updates, photos... relishing the light I see in your face throughout. You are one deserving lady. xoxo
It's very cool that you were able to hook your sons up with their family history in such a tangible way. They are really blessed to have the dual family influences that will help form their lives.
Something so grounding about sharing family history with kids. Magical. C
A visitor to our family cottage once wrote in our guestbook, "You are so fortunate to have such a sense of place in your family." It gives us roots which in turn allows us to try out our wings as you did when you left Newfoundland and made a new life in Arkansas. Your boys are lucky to have the connection and know the place from where their mother came.
You are inspiring me to drag my kids cross-country to visit their roots too. Lovely.
Your pictures and prose are a wonderful mix of Andrew Wyeth's "The Giant" and your father's "Homecoming".
I envy you and your kids the salt water running through your veins...
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