White Horses On The Bay

Force 6: 22 - 27 Knots Strong Breeze

Force 6: 22 - 27 Knots

Strong Breeze

Large waves begin to form.

The white foam crests are more extensive everywhere.

Norma Sullivan Room 107 Twillingate Memorial Hospital

"Dot, you awake, love? Who's over there? Well, hello my dear boy! My sweet Fisher. And who is this lovely young girl you're pulling along behind you? Just draw the curtain there a bit so we don't disturb Mrs. Boyle. She's still recovering, poor soul. Hope she feels better soon, but it's not looking too good. Now, tell me all about your self, my dear girl. Jenny, isn't it?"

"Yes, Ma'am. It's Jenny Scott. It's very nice to meet you. You look like you've got a lovely big room here and such a gorgeous view of the bay."

"Yes, I'm truly blessed. Fisher tells me you're doing some schoolwork on gravesites. That's very interesting. Not surprising, though. Some of the oldest graves in all of North America are right here in old Newfoundland. We were the jumping off point for all those colonists, you know. I think there are a few stones down Trinity way that are from way back in the 1700s. Not to say the Beothuks down in Exploits Bay and those Vikings up on the Peninsula don't have older graves, but if you're looking for settlers' resting places, you don't have to go too far to find some real old ones here, my dear."

"There's a project my professors are working on to photograph and document all the gravesites in Newfoundland. A genealogy project. I suppose it may sound kind of boring to some people."

"No, no, it's quite interesting my dear. Let me feel the fabric of that lovely suit you're wearing. What is that tweed? Cashmere? My, it's some soft. Must have cost you a mint. Lined, is it?"

"Grandma! Sorry, Jenny. My Grandma loves fabric. She's a hooker."

"Now, don't be spreading rumours about me, Fisher. You know how this town talks!"

"Sorry! Grandma makes, or rather made, hooked rugs. It's a folk art thing around here. Her creations are quite popular. Probably hanging on the walls or laid out on the floors of plenty of homes in this town, eh Grandma?"

"Oh, now Fisher, go on. Don't embarrass me. But yes, my dear girl, I did make quite a few hooked rugs in my day. Sort of let my hobby get the best of me at times, though. I guess I see what people are wearing before I even notice their face! Sometimes I want to steal the clothes right off their back so's I can use some of that fine fabric in my work! Well, I guess I won't be doing that anymore, now either. But enough about me. Now what are you two young people up to this evening?"

"Going to the Scuff N Scoff, Grandma. Klondike Bill and The Ballast Boys are playing tonight. Remember how you used to love dancing to them? I wish you could join us."

"Oh, I've had enough dancing and carrying on in my life. I'm plumb tuckered out anyway. Do me a favour, my dear; put Georgina's record on for me again. Not too loud though, so's it don't disturb old Dot over there. I could use some nice music right about now. Fisher brought my record player up here so I could listen to my music. He's very thoughtful that way. He's a good catch. You like opera, Jenny dear?"

"Well, I'm not too partial to it, but I see that Twillingate is quite fond of its famous opera singer. I'm staying at the High Cs. Mrs. Laidlaw seems to be Miss Stirling's biggest fan."

"That old coot exploits Georgina just to make money for herself. It's garish and crass what she's done to that place of hers. If Georgina was alive today, I tell you she'd be horrified, shocked at the way old lady Laidlaw makes a buck off her name. She still have those dusty dried flowers in that vase in the front room? They were from Georgina's wake, you know. Imagine that! The wretched things are what, 30 years old now."

"I showed Jenny Georgina's monument today, Grandma. It's quite a centerpiece at St. Peter's."

"Yes, it's a prestigious tribute to your friend, Mrs. Sullivan. I'm sure she would have been quite impressed with it. Ooh. I'm sorry, what a horrible thing for me to say."

"Listen, my dear. Don't think anything of it. I'm just glad you have come to our little town and that you've met my handsome grandson and that you're going to have a lovely time at the hall tonight. Now go on you two, and stop wasting your time with an old woman. Go have fun!"

" Alright, Grandma. We'll see you in a day or two. Have a nice rest, now."

"It was lovely meeting you Mrs. Sullivan."

"You, too my dear. You too!"