Loss is the theme for this post. When thinking of loss of life, relationships, precious items, I recall the ache that goes along with those sad moments of our lives.

Sometimes, in the midst of a moment, we also find out about other people’s losses.

This theme today led me to think of a memorable holiday in Canada‘s amazing province of Newfoundland Labrador. Please drop by their site to find out more about the province!


In 2008, my husband and I visited the western coast of Newfoundland. From the moment of landing at the small Deer Lake airport, there was a sense of being “at home” in this rugged province.

Meeting the people as we travelled the west coast from Deer Lake and Gros Morne, north to St. Anthony and L’Anse aux Meadows, only heightened that feeling of well-being.

We found many treasures of people and culture and geography there.

We also learned of the loss that Newfoundlanders had experienced in the fisheries. This government-imposed limitation on the industry severely impacted individuals and families. To regain financial stability, some families re-invented their materials for the tourist industry; some moved away. Whatever they decided to do with their situation, many turned their loss into more positive event with their creativity and ingenuity.

In reflecting on this trip, I realized that I had found so much in this last province to join Canada. I also learned that loss can spur people to use their energies to get past that loss and to move ahead.

Today’s prompt inspired me to finish this little poem that I wrote  as a tribute to all those who did manage to adjust to the challenges of such huge change! Happy Canada Day, All!

How I learned of loss in my Finds!


Music of ancestors and Irish descendants—

That’s what I learned in grade 3

When Mrs. G. taught us to sing I’se the bye.


I never knew about


Wildflowers and whales

Melt-in-your-mouth pastry

Partridge berries

Bakeapple jars of jam

Seafood chowder

Catfish and codfish

Kitchen parties

Viking settlements

Magma on Gros Morne Mountain

Former fijords at Western Brook Pond.

It is all digitized now on the machine* but in that summer

We learned about the loss of the cod fishery from a son who showed us

The lobster traps and the nets and the old shacks

We saw and felt and touched the artifacts of days gone by

Near green mountains with spots of snow

Rippling waters

Misty hazy foggy weather over

Bogs nestling practically perfect pitcher plants,

Growing there, in the rich peat soil of Newfoundland,

With not so purple flowers, in the real.

*machine—slang for a computer

©  2013 Patricia A. McGoldrick

Posted in response to a prompt at

Author: Patricia McGoldrick

Poet Writer Reviewer Environment, Nature, Agriculture, People, and History are favorite topics to write about. Upcycling materials into handmade books is a fun challenge!


  1. Don’t forget that it is also half an hour earlier for Newfies than for other Canadians! I think that coastal places will always, inevitably, have a timeless or ancient feel, and you’ve described that vividly, here.

    Coal (Fireblossom)


    1. Thanks about the time reminder!
      Yes, I do agree about the “coastal places” having a special character.
      Recently, I viewed a special British BBC series, Coast, that focused on the various places along the British coast and Ireland.
      It was so interesting with the history and scenery!


    1. It is amazing that, despite their losses, people have moved forward. The music that we heard still transmits that culture of days past. Bought a CD when I was there and it has been played many times! 🙂


  2. You’ve captured it so well! My sister and her fall just came back from a trip there – they most loved the primary colored old houses, how well kept everything was, and Ken especially loved how the women have the kitchen, but the men all have Sheds – go out there to drink and play music and Be Men together…….he is in the process of transforming pour garage into just such a sanctuary!


  3. Despite the fact my eyes struggled with the tiny font of your poem, I like the sense of nostalgia you created, the many associations of a lifestyle that has largely disappeared. Such a pity that over-fishing the oceans has resulted in such loss.


    1. Kerry, thanks for the heads-up about the font! If you drop by again, hope it is much easier to read as I made some adjustments.
      The situation of loss as a result of over-fishing is such a complex one. It was great to see how so many people had rebounded from the loss but, yes, the nostalgia for times past is quite evident. Glad you saw that in my poem. 🙂


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