Fishermens' Festival!!!!

This year's Fishermens' Festival was COLD! 38 degrees when I left my house at 9ish this morning. The ocean was slightly warmer at 41 degrees, but that did not stop the tykes from running the lobstercar races. The early runners stayed mostly out of the water; it was only later that they began to fall a lot. The guys in the Whaler rescued them. But, clearly, as soon as the kids got their feet wet, they slowed down and that was the kiss of death. This race is one where it pays to be light on your feet and fast!

The lobster car race is my favorite. But the others are fun, too, to watch. The high schoolers dress in boots and waders and race around a block holding large codfish. The sternmen of the lobster crews race each other shovelling bait into barrels. Other school kids bail dinghys. Lobstermen themselves race their boats to haul, bait and toss back 6 traps in line, starting from the docks. And then there's the tug of war - a real Scottish-type one with a long hemp line and many people on either end. How they choose up sides is still a mystery to me, but it never seems to matter who wins. It's all a good time.

Later we will all enjoy too much food and drink. There's a fish fry, lobster bake, a new raw bar with oysters, shrimp rolls and coffee. I'm off now to take my chowder to the church chowder and buckle supper. (If you don't know what buckle is, around here it's made with blueberries and a biscuit-like dough, on which you put ice cream. Not that I am eager for ice cream after the chill of this morning!)

Tomorrow, on Sunday, there will be a public reading of the names of local men who have been lost at sea, followed by a Blessing of the Fleet, a long-time tradition by the clergy of this town. The fleet parades by the Catholic Church, the closest to the water, and blessings are read, said, and sung. This year has a poignancy to it, because one of the grandfathers of the fleet, Earl Brewer, was lost off Spruce Point in a fog this past week.

So here's little Matt Duncan running 6 times back and forth from dock to boat to dock again, for a total of 243 cars. He didn't win, but he set a high standard for the rest. His brother, in street clothes no less, only made it to 206 before he fell in!