Its been too damn hot to sit in front of the computer and write anything lately. Thankfully its cooled down a bit the last couple days. I saw a note on The Packet twitter feed about Clarenville Days, and of course it reminded me about the old Clarenville Day from years back.
I really recall less than I should, but I do believe, like Regatta Day, it was held on a Wednesday rather than making a long weekend of it. I’m not sure I ever understood that logic, but hey! Of course, I may be mis-remembering….
I was never a big participator, nor had a lot of interest, I think my dislike of crowds started early, but there are some good memories for sure. Memories of fries in the grey cardboard box from the old stadium canteen. Custard cones at Nikki’s Nook, Fish and Brewis from somewhere! And of course moose burgers! I could eat about a million of those.
The big attraction of course for many were the dory races. I remember being down by Jack Duffett’s bar (does Jacks still exist?), or up on his patio watching them. I don’t have any recollection of knowing who rowed in any of these races, but I can clearly remember the dories, painted bright colors, with the old names on them like Handy Andy and Chain Store.
While I never got overly involved, I think the biggest fun for me was to spend a day with Dad, a non working day for him while I was a boy home from school for the summer.
Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.
I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.
- Tall are the tales Fishermen tell…Just a short post today called to mind by how freaking cold it is! Fisherman of all sorts are known to spin a yarn or two, and those back home are no exception. While it wasn’t poetic like “Smokeroom on the Kyle” I remember a yarn from years back …
- Traipsin over the GoowhittyThis is my favorite time of year. I love the crisp October mornings, even if we’ve not really had one yet. To walk in behind Apsey Brook, in on the level, boots breaking the ice skim on the puddles, crisp air in your nostrils, its as close to perfect as …
- Salt Fish and ScrunchionsHere in Nova Scotia the tradition for Christmas Eve seems to be lobster (blech). Back home in Newfoundland, or at least my part of it, the traditional Christmas Eve meal was salt fish (cod) and scrunchions. Scrunchions are basically small pieces of fat back pork, fried up crispy (like bacon …
A little About Me
Some views of Halifax, and an Intro from Me