I went to a meeting at the museum this evening and on my way I stopped to check out the house being built across the bay.
It has grown another story since I last looked.
At the museum, a bunch of us wives and mothers of fishermen gathered to do an oral history about our lives in this fishing community. We jabbered away while the fellow with the camera tried his best to follow the conversation around the room, which we all know is quite a task when it involves a bunch of chatty women. It was fun reminiscing about times gone by.
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