The old house at Milligan’s Wharf is full of whispers now, as the echos of the past reverberate through its rooms.
The small dwelling has seen better days when the man went fishing and the woman kept house and made a home for the children. They worked hard and raised a big family in this place. Now it looks forlorn, battered by the wind and rain as the roof has begun to give way to the elements.
It sits behind the fishing shacks by the wharf, mere meters from the sea.
The disappearing red trim speaks of its weathered history from years of life in such an exposed location.
Chances are there is salt in its crevices.
The house looks out to the wharf and to its left, the Conway Narrows are bordered by the Sandhills,
a 50 kilometre sand bar which protects the northwest shore of the island from the Gulf of St. Lawrence. It is a beautiful setting but it can be harsh too.
How long will the old place stand against the elements before its structure is compromised? The whisperers are wondering too.