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Day 1
Scallops are a family favorite. Their flavor is unique to where you find them. We found them on the eastern shore of Nova Scotia. Every summer we took our boys back to my grandparents house where I spent my summers growing up. Where I have gone every year of my life. It was a great place for kids. Not only did we eat scallops, we also dug for clams and had clam roasts over an open fire, and in early summer there were lobster in plentiful
amounts-all fresh.
But it was dragging for scallops that we learned one of life’s valuable lessons. My family owned a dock which they rented to Edmund, a local lobster man who paid them with fresh lobster in season. We usually arrived after lobster season.
Edmund would take us out fishing, usually dragging for scallops. We would take them home and shuck them. Fresh from the cold Atlantic they melted in our mouths.
One year when we went down to the shed to visit Edmund there he sat, surrounded by lobster traps he was repairing. I can still
see him, a pleasant looking man, tall and gangly dressed in overalls held up by suspenders, high black rubber boots and
a plaid flannel shirt. A cigarette hung from his lips and a large bottle of coke sat beside him on the floor. As we entered the shed he looked up greeting us with a smile, setting his work aside.
At first we didn’t realize that we were interrupting his work. My husband said, “Edmund don’t let us stop you.” Edmund looked at him strangely. After a pause he responded, “It would be rude, when you have taken the time to visit me.” And with that he offered us all a swig of coke. With those few words this humble fisherman gave us all a lesson in civility. He did it kindly, it wasn’t a rebuke, it was just the way he lived his life. He wanted to take
the time to visit with us and in his world to work at the same time was not acceptable. That day Edmund taught us to take the time to appreciate life. We never eat a scallop without remembering his wisdom.