Unlucky with boats

My grandfather Elias Turple’s twin brother Charles ran the Pictou Island Ferry Service from the island to the mainland during the early years of the 1900s. Charles Turple’s first boat used for this ferry service was called DOT. Luck was not to be with Captain Charles and he lost the DOT while transporting supplies in...

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The winter of 1955-56

Winter set in early with about three inches of snow falling on Nov. 11, 1955. My father and Arnold MacMillan had been setting their smelt nets together in coves around the Merigomish area but had returned home to Pictou Island on November 12 because of the unstable weather. It was still blowing hard and was...

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The stranger

A few years after I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on. As I grew up, I never...

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What lobsters?

I have previously written a tale or two about Anderson MacLean from River John and his ways of life as a fisherman on Pictou Island. I thank those of you who have shared your accounts of past events thus allowing me to share them with others. One such recollection that was passed onto me concerning...

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Cow tripping in the dark

PICTOU ISLAND 1954 A very mild winter occurred 1954. There was no snow anywhere on the ground for the month of February. Pictou Island’s only dirt road was nothing but mud. March 3 was a sunny calm day and my father sailed his boat, The Slo-Mo-Shun from Pictou Island right up Pictou Harbour and tier...

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Boat ramming during lobster boat races

First snow of 1966 occurred on January 7. That was our third winter living on the mainland. I’m assuming that Mom was getting a little homesick for she wanted to spend a few days visiting with our former Pictou Island friends. On January 21 at 9 a.m., mother flew to Pictou Island from Trenton airport...

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The winter of 1958 …

The fall season of 1957 was very mild and there was no snow on the ground for Christmas Day. Enough snow fell on January 3, 1958 to turn the ground white but it melted over the next few days. It remained mild with still no ice in the Northumberland Strait. Bert MacLean from Pictou made...

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Elias and Sarah …

I’m going back many years to my grandparents Elias and Sarah Turple. Elias originated from around the Clam Bay area and he met Sarah Livingstone in the very early 1900s in Murray River, PEI. They married and began raising their family in Murray River but moved to Pictou Island in 1914. It was on Pictou...

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The way we used to fish herring …

I recall those many nights years ago when I as a kid would go herring fishing with my father and brother Vincent. Smaller wooden boats used for lobster fishing during those years usually had no cabin. Fishermen however would construct a small plywood cabin that could be easily installed or removed from their lobster boat...

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Anchors away …

The year 1966 saw my brother Vincent fish in a 40-foot wooden boat that he called the SS MAGOT. That name in itself makes for an interesting story. Clinton MacDonald from Alma and Waley Daley from Pictou were a couple of young lads who were helping Vincent to fish the fall herring. On one cool...

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