I loved my high school history teacher , her name was Mrs. Flemming . When she talked about wars and kings and queens , her face lit up . Back in those days , when I was young, she became A part of me . I am forever grateful that she was able to reach me , her passion for story telling was contagious & intoxicating .
Some 25 years later , I can credit her for my interest in stories . The culture , the history , the traditions , its in every community . And here in Tors Cove , while I'm here, it becomes my own .
Today , here.
Well, today I had an idea .
Things here aren't complicated here , you make a couple calls and you move forward .
It seems like people are always there to help , not just " stranger help" , they take you on as family . I never worry here . It only took me a a phone call and a short drive to Bob O' Keefe's place ( yes seems like everyone's name up here has an "O" in the front of it ) to get the keys to the Old Church .
Inside Bob's garage they were busy at work ( all volunteer) on restoring the old doors to the new chapel . You see, their old church , well , its gone . Not really gone , there's a shell of something there. Today I visited the old & the new . It was powerful, I entered the old , and while the traditions of the " church" have a tenancy to freak me out , this one was nothing like that .
You could feel the marriages , baptisms, funerals, prayers of an entire community of people .
An entire community of good people , and while the old chapel is decaying, the spirit of the people here certainly is not .