I am a bellower
Editor’s note: Alicia ‘Celeste’ Loughrey was inspired to write this poem after reading a letter to the editor headlined “Sorry Newfoundland, you are not what I expected,” which was published in the Aug. 13, 2013 print edition of The Compass. The letter generated a flood of reader reaction, both positive and negative. Yep I’m a Bellower! Like our very busy mothers before us back in the day I do ‘bellow’ for my son to come in at night, I have to say. I work full-time and I get busy around the home I don’t always have time to go out and talk to my neighbours or to roam I’ve seen/heard other British mothers do it as well so it’s part of our culture Just because we bellow out into the night doesn’t mean we’re vultures. Some of us bellow for our husbands and our pets I don’t ever see that changing, I haven’t yet It’s embedded in me but what can I do? I admit I am a bellower, what about you?
— Alicia ‘Celeste’ Loughrey, a native of
Northern Bay, writes from Ajax, ON