a lost custom
Feb. 13th, 2017 05:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
My mother grew up in Mulgrave, Nova Scotia, on the Strait of Canso. The region was more culturally distinct back then: people still spoke Gaelic, for example. One of the practices now long lost was the trick of luring fish in close to shore after dusk by confusing the fish with human vocalizations. Of course these days kids have never heard of Salmon Chanting Evening.
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Date: 2017-02-24 06:00 pm (UTC)For some reason the lyrics to Kip Odatta's Wet Dreams came to mind this morning.
I can go on, but I shall refrain. And it's entirely possible that someone posted something similar on LJ.
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Date: 2017-02-14 01:24 am (UTC)"Oh, the pain. The pain!"
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