My Grandmother as previously mentioned was raised Catholic and for reasons of her own left the church when my Mother was a child. The local lore on Battle Harbour raised two things. First off, my Grandfather’s family attended the Anglican Church on the Island and while there were Catholics around, they weren’t in the majority (and they had their own graveyard). So this raises some family questions. Ones that may not be answered anytime soon. I’m going to see if I can search the Dumfries marriage registry for some answers. The second was that Alice changed the pronunciation of the name from, “Sooward,” to, “Seaward.” Which in the end even effected the spelling. So Seward became Seaward. All of this done off the official records of course at a time when a name change was as simple as the stroke of a pen on a card or even a misspelling at a port of entry. This does add a bit of a wrinkle to any search for other relatives still living.
Where my Grandfather was christened.
Churches are always a center point to any remote village, very much the social standard and it’s important to note that what is Battle Harbour now, is not the Battle Harbour of then which was about two thirds again the size (at least in Summer) and full of activity because the weather window is so small. Even in May, the snow would have been high, not fading away till late June early July. You’re always sort of aware of this as you traipse across the island. At no point does its past of present feel like a cakewalk. So during magic hour I tried to capture some more of what I was seeing there.
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