This time of year my thoughts turn to home. While I have never regretted our move to Prince Edward Island to be near our daughter and her family, Newfoundland will forever be in my heart. There is something about that place that draws many Newfoundlanders back, if only in thought.
My brother, Frank, and his family still live there, so I will always be connected to my homeland through them. However, the attraction is genetic, like the Atlantic salmon that swim from the ocean up-river every year to reach their spawning pools inland.
Newfoundlanders have that urge to stay connected to that place we call home.
Is it the environment or the people, nature or nurture, that draws us? Both, I contend, the people having become who they are because of the environment.
That environment is harsh, yet so beautiful, cased in rock,
some of the oldest in the world. It challenged our ancestors who fought for every inch of soil as they tried to eek a living from the rock and the sea.
The ocean provided their raison d'être, the cold North Atlantic, home of the Atlantic cod.
That water claimed many of them, as they fished to feed their families.
It, and the rocky shore, made them depend on each other,
wove them together like the strands in the nets the men made to fish.
Prince Edward Island
is beautiful in its own way and I love it, but the rock beacons this time every year.