May 24, 2010. Laura and I dropped in on the harbour en route back to Corner Brook from Paula's in Glovertown. We decided to try and capture some of the beauty of the place.
I wrote the song around 13 years ago now. It is amazing how times moves on. The house has fallen by the wayside in recent years. It needs work, time and love. Don't we all... Like me, like all of us, it is deserving.
When I was a child, our family would spend our summers here. We would make toast over the fire of the wood stove, and drink the best cup of tea in the world. On sunny days, we would greet the milk truck with a full run ovation, and our hard harbour thirst would be quenched by chocolate milk. It never lasted more than a few minutes. Whenever I have chocolate milk, I think of Fortune Harbour! I remember washing the road dust out of our hair on arriving - having traversed the gravel road two bodies deep in the back seat - pouring well water over our freshly washed hair onto that rock right next to the old place. I remember feeding wild horses apples out of my hand. I remember flying high as high as I could on the swings dad made. I remember my first kiss. I remember Gerard giving Bernice a hard time as the CBC reporter, face full of grin. I remember Uncle Leo, always crying and blessing us when we left. I remember Uncle Leo wishing me a happy father's day in comfort and love, before Noah was born and on the heels of a miscarriage mere weeks before he passed away. I remember Tricia and I telling mom and dad we were having Ben, and the joy that ensued. Garden parties, gladness, grief. Friendship, family, such fondness.
When I was shooting nan's headstone, I was surprised by the reflection of the old homestead. I was 2 when she died. I don't remember her at all. I guess it is not unlike Ben, who was 2 when dad died. That is the way of things. People come and go. Memories of them live on and pass away. Love is eternal. A part of nan, more than genetics, but real influence, real love, is passed along. To dad, to me, to Ellie's grandchildren and beyond. Noah remembers dad, and the harbour. Ben and Ellie will see this, and understand a little of the legacy. I will take my children here, and they may have a taste of their grandfather's and their father's salt. As long as I live, I honour the man, the place and the memory.
This song - this video - is presented as an act of love.
Fortune Harbour will never forsake you.
Kevin Hamilton
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