SUMMERS IN SQUID TICKLE

A village and a visitor evolve.

In 1995, nature writer Finch (1943-2024) left his home on Cape Cod and traveled to the Newfoundland village of Burnside, originally called Squid Tickle: a tickle being the narrow waterway separating the mainland from Squid Island. At the time, Finch was “heartsick and heartsore,” hoping to heal himself in a new place. That new place did indeed prove inspiring, both personally and creatively. In his final memoir, Finch records his visits to Burnside on and off for the next 20 years, alone and with Kathy, who became his wife. At first living in the house of friends, in 2001, Finch and Kathy bought a place of their own, setting roots in a community indelibly shaped by the sea, naturally, socially, and economically. Once sustained by cod fishing, the villagers were forced to turn to other ways of making a living when cod fishing collapsed. Not surprisingly, young people left for jobs elsewhere in Canada, decimating the population. Finch estimates there were 36 left in Burnside during his visits. From these often loquacious, usually elderly residents, Finch learned family stories and local history, which he relates as they were spun out in conversations. He conveys, as well, the easy intimacy among his “strong and often strong-willed” neighbors, who face “sickness, infirmity, death, loss, separation, dislocation, divorce, and loneliness” with equanimity. The whole history of Newfoundland, he writes, can be summed up as “ordinariness lived on the edge of terror and sublimity.” Finch felt a genuine attachment to the community and natural environs of Squid Tickle, although by 2015, he and Kathy knew it was time to move on. Burnside was aspiring to transform into a summer destination; Finch had transformed, too, from sadness to peace.

Warm, engaging recollections.