Serendipity.

Once upon a time (12 years ago, or thereabouts) I attended the annual Christmas craft fair held by the Craft Council of Newfoundland and Labrador. The last few years the craft fair has taken place in the St. John’s Arts and Culture Center, but back when I was young (what’s minimum age requirement to use that phrase without irony?) the craft fair was being held in the convention center, across from Mile one, which may or may not have existed at the time.

And what does all this have to do with Witless Bay?

Well.

At that craft fair, I met an artist whose work I much admired, and who seemed to have an interest in the spiritual/supernatural. He  was also very chatty. I believe we talked for at least half an hour, possibly an hour, and he gave me his business card and invited me to visit his studio in Witless Bay. I said I would. I still have that business card, with the name of an author Peter thought I might like written on the card.

So, the day we arrived in Witless Bay, we were greeted with a lovely potluck (University students almost always like being fed) and seated in small groups with members of the community to ‘get our feet wet,’ so to speak.

As it turns out, Peter and Mary Sobol were sitting at my table. It doesn’t get much easier to find people than that, does it? I think it was meant to be. I look forward to finally fulfilling my promise and chatting with Peter about his art and the fairies that live near his house in the next few days.

A piece by Peter Sobol, living on my bookshelf in St. John's

A piece by Peter Sobol, living on my bookshelf in St. John’s

A piece by Peter Sobol, residing in the porch of the convent. I haven't yet heard the story behind it, but the morning light made her look very holy.

A piece by Peter Sobol, residing in the porch of the convent. I haven’t yet heard the story behind it, but the morning light made her look very holy.

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One thought on “Serendipity.

  1. Hi
    The ceremic face placed in the porch( the work of Peter Sobol) was a gift to me from a friend who was visiting the convent. We named her Johanna after Johanna Hanrahan, the first novice to be recruited from Ireland to live and work in the convent. How must it have been to arrive from Ireland in 1860 as a young woman in her early 20’s and find herself in Witless Bay! What she leave behind in the old country? She died in the convent about 20 years later, I believe from consumption (TB). The remains of Sr. Agnes (formerly Johanna) are buried behind the church.
    Colleen

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