How the Cookie Crumbles

Life and scribbles on the far side of SIXTY-FIVE



Views along the road to Twillingate on our way to view a lighthouse

Stopped at Long Point Lighthouse at Twillingate to stretch our legs and for picture-taking. Constructed in 1876, it is under 50 feet tall and built more than 300 feet above sea level.


Lunch had only one server yet again but the food arrived hot.. Because of the cold (again), I was anxious for a hot drink, but the coffee was slow coming. Shrimp on a croissant, fresh homemade fried potato chips and a smidge of limp green lettuce with lots of grated carrot were offered. For dessert, two small tarts each, a loganberry and the other, blueberry. Eh.

With 90 minutes to kill, we had plenty of time to explore.

St. Peter’s Anglican Church is 200 years old and one of the oldest wooden churches in Newfoundland. The oil lamps inside came from England. The pine in the English church came from Twillingate. The English wanted their lamps back. St. Peter’s agreed they could have them if England sent back the pine. No exchange was made.

St. Peter’s Cemetery is behind a fence and locked gate, situated behind the museum, and trails to the sea. This is both the old and current graveyard. Ninety-eight percent of the headstones are white. We couldn’t get close enough to read, but someone takes good care of this graveyard. Inside the museum is a complete record of headstones in the cemeteries in Twillingate and New World Island.

On our way to investigate the cemetery, we passed a woman with a couple large Ziploc bags. Mary called out to ask what she’d found. She straightened to show picked loganberries and partridge berries. We talked briefly, but she wanted to get back to work as it had begun to drizzle. A door-less root cellar beckoned high off the road. Though I scrambled towards it, the fall grass and weeds were slippery and I slid. Mary made it. She entered the space, which was littered with cigarette butts, empty pop cans and beer bottles, and the remnants of a camp fire or a few. She didn’t hang around long.


I noted plants by the side of the road, which I knew to be blueberry bushes. Sure enough, like the woman picking berries behind us, we plucked handfuls to enjoy immediately. What an unexpected pleasure. Too bad neither of us had a container of any sort.

Twillingate Museum and Craft Store stands back  down the same side road. behind the church. It used to be St. Peter’s rectory. Inside, the rooms are decorated in the style at the turn of the century.


I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves. The organ, I understand, still works. The study has a library of books and personal diaries dating to 1700’s. Of course, there was a gift shop and I splurged on a book.

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