Thoughts about the lobster season
On the recent dumping day, indeed throughout the entire Lobster season, I remember so clearly my first year in southwest Nova Scotia.
I am what is referred to as a CFA – come from away. I am a farm girl raised with the mantra if one of us is in need then we all stand behind that person and do what we can to make a difference. That fall was quite eventful. I was warmly welcomed to my new home and encouraged to become part of the community.
My new friends and neighbours were so delightful. I still make Digby my home because I am not objective about this – Digby is a place where one can find friendship, acceptance and support. It is truly a welcoming place.
I knew the hardships, the effort and the determination it took to make your living at the whims of nature. However, I did not understand the sacrifice or bravery of those who make their living from the sea.
The southwest lobster fishery is the most lucrative one in Nova Scotia, yet it is conducted when the North Atlantic and Bay of Fundy are at their most unpredictable. This is not an easy way to make a likelihood. Yet, those who go to the sea insist this is the life they want and choose. The sea is a mistress. Once she has you, she is your beacon. Sailors follow her requests. We, as consumers, so very much enjoy the results of these gallant warriors, as do others counting on our products and exports.
Getting back to my introduction. A captain of a vessel had been lost. His mates had been rescued, but he was, at that juncture, lost. Pregnant and not really mobile, I set up my home on the point as a comfort station with warm beverages and with the support of a local bakery with food, including sandwiches. The men of the community searched the shores. He was found, but it was too late. He had passed. I hold him and his family in my heart and in my prayers when another season starts and at this time of year.
He was a dear son, husband, father and community member. He was one who graciously welcomed me. He was so special.
As our warriors go out to the sea, let us hope they all return. Their efforts are a significant aspect of the economic stability of our region. Their frozen hands and sore muscles make life better for all of us. They leave their families when they pursue a life on the sea. Yet that is their primary motivation – a good life for their loved ones.
Whenever we see their boats leaving our safe harbour, let us ponder their efforts and sacrifice. Let us keep into perspective their challenges, their risk and their tenacity. Let us keep them, their children, in our prayers. Let us acknowledge their efforts to contribute. What they do has profound positive impact on the economy of SW Nova.
They deserve our thanks.