It was a special trip firstly because we had all of the Rascals with us, and we had time to hike and just look at the ocean.
It was also a bit of a homecoming: Ole Rascal was born there and our Middle was christened there, and I myself lived there for nearly three years in my early twenties.
Once you spend time in Newfoundland it gets in your blood. Of course, it was already in my blood with my Nana being a Newfie herself: born in Topsail, she moved to Montreal as a child but never forgot she was a Newfie.
When I lived there in the 1990's I spent many afternoons chatting with Nan Babb over that strong tea, so many afternoons that I picked up a bit of her Newfie accent that has never really left me. In fact my neighbour of twelve years thought until just last summer that I was born and bred a Newfie.
|Watching the boats come in and out of Petty Harbour.|
|Clothesline... by the ocean.|
I walked into the church and instantly knew I had looked at an old web page, the church was indeed full of... stuff, but it was most definitely the home of Buddy and his wife, who were just finishing up their breakfast! After getting over my embarrassment (somewhat) I was given a tour, in the true style of a hospitable Newfoundlander. The fellow had in fact sold antiques, so he offered to sell me something from his vast supplies of crockery, rag-rugs and oddities.
I was so shocked I didn't have the sense to ask the name of this "Mudder", so I just explained that no, my mother was a mainlander, although my Nana was indeed from Topsail (and in fact I hadn't mentioned my Newfie blood, I'd simply told him I was "From Away").
He was about the age of my mother so I have to wonder who it was he knew that I seemed to be tied to!
I might have to go back one day to find out.
If you ever get a chance to visit beautiful Newfoundland you have to go. You'll never forget it, and it might even get in your blood.
Wishing you a lovely day on this Friday,