From Humble Beginnings

I grew up an only child who had hard working parents who provided a great life for me. I didn't come from humble beginnings as my mother had. She lived in a small outport community in Newfoundland where people fished for a living and times were tough. I often heard stories of her upbringing, having to dump the 'piss pot' over a cliff and pray that you don't go over with it. Or her stories of little food to go around with a house of 12 people to feed. 

I had a small taste of this way of living when my husband and I moved to the same community and began our life. We soon had our son and times were tough. We had little money, no running water in the winter, surrounded by family and friends we had what we needed, we were happy. Something about living in a small outport brings you back to the basics, to discover what is important. 

We moved away for a better life 5 years later but have never forgotten how we felt about the little community.  I often visited during the summers and I instantly feel the love of the land and the people, longing for the day we can move back.

 My mother has been there for the last few years, after living away for many years. She has lived many different places, but she always had a connection to this tiny community. My mom has come back to her humble beginnings and always says that she doesn't need much to make her happy. If only everyone could come to this conclusion. I know that we are patiently waiting to go back to our humble beginnings in a small place in Newfoundland called Grates Cove