Memories

Growing up the daughter of a waterman, I've always had a special place in my heart for crabbing. I love everything about it, though I must admit, I'm probably one of the worst crabbers you'll ever meet. Crabbing takes a lot of hard work, dedication and focus-something I truly lacked when I would accompany my dad out on the "Rivah". (I was more interested in laying on the bow of the boat, taking in all of the views and sun, and of course eating the snacks we picked up from Capt. Sams early that morning.)

But back to crabbing, it used to be a way of life for so many people, but is quickly dying out. As times change, it has become difficult for waterman to make a living, but each morning I still see a few boats out there working the water. Maybe it's because I grew up with a father who had been out the water crabbing in his own boat since the age of 12, but there is something about it that just seems so peaceful to me. It's easy to say that as an on-looker, especially knowing how frustrating it can be when the line gets caught in the motor, you aren't close enough and miss a pot, or you have a daydreaming 10 year-old girl helping you cull the crabs and is slower than molasses...

Maybe with any luck the crab population will build back up and all the former waterman can go back to doing what they enjoy. Each morning as I slowly and reluctantly make my way along Point Breeze Road heading to work, I look out over the river and see beautiful sunrises and the work boats of the few dedicated crabbers we have left. It's a stunning scene and just one of the many reasons I adore Colton's Point.