Salmon Bay-Keep your feet on the Ground

What you think you??? Looking for a retirement home??? Salmon Bay was once a thriving little community that once if I recall correctly had it's very own Post office during the summer. Can you believe that?!?!?! There really is not much more to it than what you see here. It once had 3 grocery stores, a theater, lots of Kitchen Parties I'm sure. My Uncle Frank Keats who has since passed on, owned one of the grocery stores located in Salmon Bay. I remember as a kid going to my Uncle Frank's store by boat with my dad and being overwhelmed by all the candy. That's all I really paid attention to. I remember once my dad buying me Vicks cough drops, thinking in my head that it was candy and that no way am I going to share these with my half starved for candy sisters and brothers. These Vicks cough drops are all mine. I ate the whole pack in less than an hour! they were really that good! My family had a summer house not too far from here in a small cove called Pump House Cove/Chevaliers Cove. There were only 4 houses in the cove, my grandfather's, my uncle Lloyd's and a Great Uncle -Tom Keats, and Jack Chevalier's. We lived there in our summer homes from the time school closed in the summer until Fall when the new school year started. We were never bored and I loved being there! Away from the big village of 500 ppl to just us! It was perfect. We had lots of opportunites to explore, pick berries, catch Thorn Fish, Hauling water for our mothers from a brook that seemed like miles away from the house when the buckets had to come back full, dumping shit buckets-no plumbing,having your ass hauled out of bed to haul cod traps before sun rise and me getting sea sick the whole day and start all over again the next...I eventually got over the sea sickness...they finally gave up on me! I was no longer considered useful being in a boat feeding gulls alll day long. I remember once being so sea sick, even after taking fucn Gravol, they put me ashore on an island by myself. Who in their right mind would abandoned a kid on an island all my himself? I guess my father would be the guilty one, but i was very greatful and wondered why he never thought of doing this many times before. I remember being there on that island baking in the sun and being so sick and tired from puking, nothing left in my stomach to puke up anymore, thinking to myself why the fuc do they keep doing this to me. Is this what my future looks like?? I knew in my head that it wasn't going to be! I eventually started feeling better and walked around exploring the island and having as much fun as you possibly can on an Island...by yourself. On a fucking Island in the middle of what looked like nowhere! But... I would rather be there than on a boat being tossed around by the sea with the swells so big, it looked as though the boat was sinking when you no longer can see any glimpse of a shoreline. To this day, i get terrified of puking. It is the worst feeling in the world for me . Gravol made matters worst, on top of being sick, the gravol made me tired and drowsy. I felt like just choking on my vomit at times or throwing myself overboard. Nothing ventured nothing gained I guess! I'm sure there was only good intentions! Had to be. As always, time moved forward and all that became history. I was no longer being groomed for a life of a commercial fisherman. Things were looking pretty good for a sickly little metis boy who coldn't get on a moving vehicle without getting sick. In my teens I found myself  boarding a plane to Sept-Iles to continue my highschool education. The plane didn't get off the runway before I started puking again. Please Jesus, let there be better times ahead for me!