visits since 9/9/1998-

OLD CALEB'S PLACE VACATION HOME GET AWAY FULLY FURNISHED 3 BEDROOM HOME IN QUIET BROOKLYN, NEWFOUNDLAND - POPULATION: 200 This site is in honor of my grandfather Caleb Hancock who returned home from Brooklyn, New York to rebuild his parents's home which burned to the ground. He built the house, and much of the fine wooden furniture pictured here by hand. (Not unexpected, he made his living in the States by making altars in many a large Church.) Whale and Iceberg Watching, Golfing, Hiking and National Park nearby.

OLD CALEB'S PLACE by R. A. Parsons They call it still Old Caleb Hancock's place: He cleared the land and altered so its face By labour he expended to reclaim It from the wilderness, it bears his name. He build a dwelling on it and a barn And 'stablished there in time a little farm, Wherefrom, as well as from his fish'ry near, His carpentry, he made enough to spare; So that his home was noted for its cheer And kindliness, for he rejoiced to share With those less fortunate, or more than he From love, or natural hospitality; Although when Caleb had himself begun To clear the land, with wealth then, next to none, He did not importune the rich for aid, Nor credit seek from friends of his in trade; Nor did he try or wish to demonstrate His right to contribution from the state; But grasped the wilderness with both his hands And wrung from it these fair and fertile lands. His lofty dwelling, sturdy to this day, Upon the hillside overlooks the Bay. And in its windows yet are lamps that he Would light for vessels making in from sea.

Withal, he gave the village Church near-by His help to keep its staunch, its tower high, So high, its haughty steeple still decides The course of vessels, trading in our tides, And constant counsels them upon the way That they should hold when entering our Bay. And from the belfrey there, I daresay they can hear the bell at ev'ning any day They may be sailing then, about the bay, And find its notes as soothing, as to me They are, on list'ning to them from the sea.

As wines gain flavour, as infused by seas They're freighted over, or say Portuguese, So music, as it floats o'er waters calm Drinks as from these, enhancing thus its charm. As for myself, just why I do not know, Perhaps a longing for the long ago. The music of a Church or Chapel bell Borne on me o'er a harbour casts a spell. For whatso'er it has of stroke or toll. Moves me, as to possess my very soul!

But let us to Old Caleb's place repair, To look again upon his homestead fair- To learn, that here, out language may be terse, For it would be unfitting to rehearse O Caleb, your achievements, when us nigh Are witnesses to these that cannot lie- Memorials, yet present, to commend You to remembrance constant, worthy friend!

I am but little more than stranger here, And of his homestead only late aware; But rek'ning what the ancient men here say Of him, the reverence that yet they pay To his good works, whereon they're prone to dwell, 'Twould seem, he served his God and neighbour well; Then as service such, we're bound to trust. May he receive the guerdon of the just!

For reservations or further information call the above phone number at area code 709. Tell Bill and Sonya where you saw this information.

Rates are very reasonable and will be quoted in Canadian dollars.

May all who visit here feel the Love and Hospitality shared by Caleb and Ida Hancock during their lifetime!

While visiting the area, dining at the famous GREENING'S RESTAURANT in Lethbridge is a must. Many folks who have visited Newfoundland, as well as many of those who live there, will not eat anywhere else when traveling from one end of the Island to the other. Tell Wilf and Kay where you saw this information.

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