My son is adopted. His birth mother is from Newfoundland. They were reunited when he was 19. It is a happy relationship. He is now almost 50. There have been visits back and forth. I am now considered part of that family! There is a loving inclusiveness that I have observed in this family that translates into the real kindness of the Newfoundlander even on the occasional day when the sun shines.
My first trip to Twillingate from Gander - much rain, poor visibility, climb to a precipice, only to witness the fury of the north Atlantic and the possibility of sudden death on entry. (No, silly - I was on a Science Centre trip!) "Newfoundland; it rhymes with Understand..."
My son is adopted. His birth mother is from Newfoundland. They were reunited when he was 19. It is a happy relationship. He is now almost 50. There have been visits back and forth. I am now considered part of that family! There is a loving inclusiveness that I have observed in this family that translates into the real kindness of the Newfoundlander even on the occasional day when the sun shines.
I hope you never stop teaching us all by #commonsensejournalism
Makes sense to me!
My first trip to Twillingate from Gander - much rain, poor visibility, climb to a precipice, only to witness the fury of the north Atlantic and the possibility of sudden death on entry. (No, silly - I was on a Science Centre trip!) "Newfoundland; it rhymes with Understand..."