![]() ![]() The men did whatever they had to do to get by. Our little village, perched on the crook of God’s finger, has always been ruled by storm and season. Each morning you set your sights on the tasks ahead and hope that when the day is done you’re farther along than when you started. ![]() ![]() Strength and a sense of knowing, that’s what you have to have to live in the Bay. His callused hands, veined with pride, had a memory for measure and a knowing of what it takes to withstand the sea. Father was an intuitive carpenter, carrying out his work like holy ritual. Oak for stability and certainty, yellow birch for new life and change, spruce for protection from the world outside. He and his five brothers, shipbuilders by trade, raised her worthy from timbers born on my grandfather’s land. A strong house for a Rare woman, he said. My father, Judah Rare, built this farmhouse in 1917. Together, the house and I have held strong against the churning tides of Fundy. My house stands at the edge of the earth. ![]()
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