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Memory of Stone's Cove


Stone's Cove is a resettled community in Fortune Bay, on the South Coast of Newfoundland. Sixty or seventy years ago, it had a thriving population of over three hundred people.
Now there is almost nothing -- a wharf and a shed, and the foundations of several of the larger buildings, surrounded by overgrown leftover plants from the people's gardens.
And on the beach is to be found a great deal of what people nowadays call beach glass -- pretty shards of broken glass, ground by the weather and by the stones and sand into hazy bright and smooth bits of glass. Local jewelry makers love to find the stuff and it is only on the rather more isolated beaches it can still be found. Like that in Stone's Cove, where we were last week.
This evening, waiting for me to bring her supper, my wife stacked these found pieces. And after supper, waiting for the tea to steep, I shone a flashlight on them and took their picture.
Now there is almost nothing -- a wharf and a shed, and the foundations of several of the larger buildings, surrounded by overgrown leftover plants from the people's gardens.
And on the beach is to be found a great deal of what people nowadays call beach glass -- pretty shards of broken glass, ground by the weather and by the stones and sand into hazy bright and smooth bits of glass. Local jewelry makers love to find the stuff and it is only on the rather more isolated beaches it can still be found. Like that in Stone's Cove, where we were last week.
This evening, waiting for me to bring her supper, my wife stacked these found pieces. And after supper, waiting for the tea to steep, I shone a flashlight on them and took their picture.
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