Memoir of Smith Island

Reading a book about life on Smith Island (Maryland), these words pop out at me…

I’ve never been to Smith Island, but I enjoy books on local history and memoirs.  Smith Island  is a small island on the Chesapeake Bay with a tiny population and the people residing there mainly make their money from crabbing, fishing, and harvesting oysters.

An Island Out of Time:  A Memoir of Smith Island in the Chesapeake by Tom Horton… from a section called “An Old Woman Recollects”

I’ve know widow ladies in my mom’s day was left when their husband died young with as little as $100, and small children to raise.  The made it with the help of relatives and the community.  People would put money in Christmas cards and birthday cards for the poor and widowed- some still do it.  There would be meals sent over and gifts of food; men would drop by extra fish and ducks and geese, and that’s how they’d make it.  Many widows would remarry quick as they could.  Nowadays it seems they don’t as much.  With Social Security and electric blankets, they’d as soon stay single now, they say.”

I had to smile after reading the passage.  Yep, old days are long gone… it’s an “every man for himself” sort of world that we live in now.  I thought it would be different for us with John being a firefighter.  If it weren’t for kiddo’s Social Security we would have lost the farm by now.  Electric blankets… well… they come in pretty handy… I don’t think there’s a single man out there that could ever hold a candle to the wonderful man, husband, firefighter, and most importantly father that John was and even if such a person does exist, he wouldn’t be looking for me.  I’m so blessed to have had John in my life.

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About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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