• Snook’s Harbour Pond

    I’ve written a little about Aunt Ethel and Uncle Will before, but something I did know, but had forgotten was that Uncle Will wrote quite a bit of poetry.  I know I’ve seen this before, but had completely forgotten it, or where.  Thanks to Eric Cooper for the picture.  Enjoy and reminisce a bit.

    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.

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    5 thoughts on “Snook’s Harbour Pond

    • Darlene Dobrowolski says:

      Peter thanks so much for sharing this poem Grampy wrote. I can hear him now reciting it to me . I memorized this poem and there are a few more I have that he wrote .

    • Darlene Dobrowolski says:

      For sure Peter I will find them and send them to you

    • eric cooper says:

      Dad used to tell me that Uncle Hay Cooper would always love to sit on the big boulder and fish. And more often than not he would come home with a couple nice trout.

    • david pitcher says:

      “Snook’s Harbour Pond” was printed in The Clarenville Packet on Thursday Augest 24, 1972, page 12. How did that come to be? Well, that same year my sister Darlene and I spent our summer holiday at our Nanny and Grampys Coopers home in Elliott’s Cove. One day I came across this particular poem and was so taken up with what he had wriiten.He later took me aside and said that he would like to submit his poem to the Packet but with one condition, only if I would pen one also. Well you can only imagine how excited I was to given such an honourable task since I had such love and admiration for this man. That day I quickly got to work and before my vacation was over our poems were publised. The day Grampy gave me my copy was a time in my childhood that will always cherish. I still have that copy today and pull it out now and then. Eventhough I am proud of the poem I wrote that summer, it will never compare to his way with words. Just thought I would like to share that with you all. P.S excuse my grammer.

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