The Pointers.

Kingwell By Kingwell, 7th Jul 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/2flqodhb/
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In a dream like state I return to my childhood and a sunny day in June of 1948.

In A Stuper.

It’s Tuesday July 7, 2015 and I’ve had a head cold and cough for the past two days. As I lay in bed this morning I was in a bit of a stupor or as we say in Newfoundland “I was feelin’ right stun bye”. In my bewilderment I thought that the wife had come in the room to ask if I wanted breakfast, but then I realized that the room looked different and the person standing in the doorway was my mother, looking about fifty-ish and calling my brother Lloyd and me to get up and ready for school!
It’s June 14, 1948, a sunny day with just a light sea breeze in the tiny outport of Kingwell in Placentia Bay on that rock in the North Atlantic that John Cabot had called his “New founde land’. As Lloyd, a lanky thirteen year old with a birthday in less than two weeks jumps out of bed rather quickly, my eight year old frame lies there for another minute, as my mind wonders if this would be a good time for a pain in my stomach – my usual excuse to get a day off from school. Now I remember that this is the last week of school-true it’s only Monday and school don’t actually close until Friday but any day now I might learn if I ‘m being promoted to grade 3. Soon we are both dressed and downstairs where I have to wait for Lloyd to wash his face and hands before I can do the same in the pan of warm water mom had placed on the wash stand. A tub on the floor contains six rather large codfish, gutted but with the head left on or ‘gutted-head-on’ as the fishermen would say.
Mom is smiling as she serves us a bowl of steaming oatmeal or ‘rolled oats’ that we pronounced ‘rolledotes’. She is quite proud of her little fishing expedition this morning. Up at 5:30 she had taken the punt out in the harbour until she had found her ‘markings’ , the scrape and Wils Brown’s house, and there she’d thrown out the jigger and was rewarded with a half-dozen fairly large codfish. As Lloyd and I eat our breakfast, mom prepares our lunch of bread and molasses. Together with five other families we live on what’s known as ‘the point’ and must take a lunch to school while those on the other side of the harbour go home to eat. Dad and our older brother Free, are fishing up to the Seal Island and won’t be home again until Saturday, so it will be just three of us for supper, as we call the evening meal. Lloyd and I don’t ask what’s for supper today as we eye the cod’s heads in the tub - whether fried or stewed we know it will be a tasty meal.

The Trey To School

Heber and Calvin (“Kelly”) enter with their book bags, just as Lloyd is ready to leave and he tells me to ‘hurry up’ as I’m always lagging behind and he has to keep an eye on me until we get to the school. I wonder if we will ‘catch up’ with Jim who is a year younger than me and probably with his sister Rita. Twelve year old Wes, our half-brother’s son from next door joins us and now there is just our cousins Harvey, Dorothy (Dot) and George to make up “the pointers” who are of school age since ‘Ot’ quit to go to work in Buffet. School doesn’t start until 9:30 and we’ve allowed almost an hour for the half-hour trek so no one is really in a hurry. We pass Stumpy Hill and Ruben’s Mesh before we get to “where the water runs” and we all stop for a drink of the cold water. We don’t mind the big hill in the morning as it’s easy to run down but climbing up on the way home is a different matter. Crossing the ‘Big Bridge’ or ‘The Bar’ we are now on the other side and will soon be joined by the crowd from ‘down the harbour’ as we all make our way up to the little two-room school where a seventeen year old teacher and a twenty year old principal are also counting the days until the end of another school year.
My wife enters the room and aroused from my slumber I am jolted back to 2015 and a 75 year old aching body so different from the one running down the ‘big hill’ just a few moments earlier. Where are those “Pointers” now that the land has lain barren for almost sixty years and Kingwell itself, desolate except for summer vacationers since 1967? Some still live within a few hours steam, in Little Harbour East, Arnold’s cove or some other nearby community. Others are in Ontario or elsewhere in Canada or the U.S., while still others have already made their transition to that “spiritual” Kingwell which no doubt also has a Point and “Pointers”.

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Arnolds Cove, Breeze, Canada, Cod Jigging, Codfish, Cods Heads, Cousins, Friends, Kingwell, Little Harbour East, Newfoundland, Ontario, Point, Pointers, Punt, Road, School, Teacher, Transition

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I am 75 years old and retired.I like writing short stories, poetry as well other articles of interest.

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author avatar spirited
8th Jul 2015 (#)

Interesting time-walk, Kingwell.

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author avatar Kingwell
8th Jul 2015 (#)

Thanks Spirited. Blessings.

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author avatar Md Rezaul Karim
8th Jul 2015 (#)

When I read something like this, it felt like another world of dream I have been roaming ... cool feelings.

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author avatar Kingwell
8th Jul 2015 (#)

Thanks Md. Blessings.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
8th Jul 2015 (#)

What a coincidence that my last post was about the concept of time expounded by Einstein and endorsed by other scientists. Though tough to connect with, they say the past, present and future exist simultaneously.

Life is indeed a wonder, puzzle, and likely to remain so. Thanks Kingwell for this fascinating and thought provoking share - siva

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author avatar Kingwell
8th Jul 2015 (#)

Thanks for your comments Siva. I haven't read your latest post as yet but I will be doing so soon. I have heard of the concept of everything existing simultaneously but can't really comes to grips with it. Looking forward to reading your post. Blessings.

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author avatar Retired
8th Jul 2015 (#)

Another terrific piece! Keep up the fantastic work. Blessings to you!

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author avatar Kingwell
8th Jul 2015 (#)

Thanks Jessica. Blessings.

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author avatar GV Rama Rao
8th Jul 2015 (#)

I'm also 76 and live by memories. When I begin to sleep images of the past especially of childhood flash before my eyes. Probably, it's part of ageing.

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author avatar Kingwell
8th Jul 2015 (#)

Thanks GV. It's nice to relive memories. Blessings.

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author avatar micheal
10th Jul 2015 (#)

Interesting read Kingwell, thanks for your memories

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author avatar Kingwell
10th Jul 2015 (#)

Thank You michael. Blessings.

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author avatar Carol Roach
14th Jul 2015 (#)

I love remembering that is what makes us storytellers

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author avatar Kingwell
14th Jul 2015 (#)

So true Carol and thank you for visiting. Blessings.

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author avatar peachpurple
11th Aug 2015 (#)

well, you went back to young your young days for a moment and came back again to reality, aching back. Welcome back Kingswell

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author avatar Kingwell
25th Aug 2015 (#)

Thank you for reading and commenting my friend. Sorrybut I must have missed this earlier. Blessings.

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