The Sunset Will Always Be There

“We should only allow one person from each home to work there,” said one of the elders, eventually.  “Others can maintain our traditional homesteads — at least.”  The others nodded, welcoming this compromise.

They had already accepted the inevitability of the factory.  The elders of neighboring villages continued discussing what the changes would mean for their future.

“What if it becomes impossible?”

They’d already witnessed the effects of foreign commercial fishing’s blasts, dynamite and bottom trawling.  Their fishermen’s catch decreased day by day, year after year.

The new factory complex was almost complete.

“What if everyone will have to work at the factory?”

“We’ll lose everything passed down from our ancestors.”

“We should record our knowledge,” the eldest, most respected, elder suggested.  “This new way of life won’t last.  One day we’ll need our ancestors’ help.”

They agreed that the quiet man who likes solitary walks at sunset and speaks in rhymes would best capture their soon-to-be history.

“How will I describe the sunset?” the quiet man wondered aloud, when bestowed with the honor of his new role.

“The sunset will always be there,” they assured him.

“But what will they see?” he asked.

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12 thoughts on “The Sunset Will Always Be There

  1. This is really special and sounded like a true story of a town losing their fishing trade and their honored traditions, Danica. My Mom’s father came from the fjords of Sweden. They may have to put up with canneries, factories that can sardines and herring.

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    1. Thank you for the amazing compliment, Robin. I tried to imagine what that situation would be like and how radical changes take place, at the individual level.
      Have you had a chance to go to the fjords of Sweden? I wonder whether anyone remembers a time before the canneries and factories… I hope the conditions are better than the ones featured in this story.

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          1. It is a published book and not personal history. I love looking at it and thinking about how things changed when he was in NY after being raised in Rockport, Massachusetts. He met my Grandma on a street corner (I wrote my parents, grandparents and great grandparents love stories when I used to write essays and articles on my early years of blogging in 2012 and into 2014. Thanks for the sleep well wishes, dear.

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            1. Things must have changed dramatically in many ways, but maybe not a lot in other ways.
              What a wonderful chance meeting with your future spouse!
              Are those love stories still posted to your blog? I’ll have to find them.

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              1. Yes, it was a wonderful way to meet her future husband. I was corny and called my great grandparents story, Love European Style and my grandparents Love American Style. I hope my tags may have a clue but will look these 💒 up tomorrow evening.

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