I wrote this wee poem to honour the dory in my picture from August of 2010:
Buttering the silent water
Bobbing slowly into winter
Buffed curves of poignancy
Burnishing our sweet autumn.
And The Dictionary of Newfoundland English defines “Dory” thus:
A small flat-bottomed boat with flaring sides and a sharp bow and stern, providing both stability in the water and easy stowage in stacks on deck, used esp in fishing with hand-lines and trawls; freq in designations of various sizes of vessel employing such craft: four-dory vessel, etc
The dory was an intrinsic part of the fisher's life for hundreds of years in Newfoundland. They are still used (and built) here and often towed (as they were back then too) behind the long liners. And they are painted in their own distinctive colour – dory buff, a soft golden yellow.
These days there are dory races, incredible to behold. The speed attained by the men at the oars make these flat-bottomed heavyweights sing through the water.
And I was at a funeral here, several years ago, where an empty dory was carried into the church and placed, bottom up, beside the casket. The lump in my throat took a long while to fade.
A continuation in the alphabetical series for April, started here.