Mariners’ Memorial

I don’t know about you, but I find these fall photos I took in scenic Grand Bank as Halloween-ghostly as they are eye-catching.

The story behind this memorial is one of tragedy and loss, a familiar one for many who live on this island in the North Atlantic.

From the Town of Grand Bank’s website:

“This is the Mariners’ Memorial: a life-size female figure and a water and beach rocks “shoreline” containing the names of the mariners who were lost at sea. The woman represents and exemplifies the virtues and strength of character of thousands of Newfoundland wives, mothers, daughters, and sisters who had to endure the loss of their men. She is standing alone on the widow’s walk staring in the distance. Her body is full of tension, anticipation and premonition of tragedy. Like a withered tree, she remains there eternally expecting those who will never return.”

To see more of my photos from historic Grand Bank, NL, click here.

18 thoughts on “Mariners’ Memorial

  1. Jennifer, this is a haunting memorial … she stands alone, facing the elements, surrounded by the ghosts of those lost, I feel. This is one of the most moving memorials I’ve seen to those who have lost at sea. Thank you so much for sharing – this is an image I won’t forget.

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  2. Beautiful pictures. I love rocks, especially these boulder-esque ones. The Mariner’s Memorial is heart-breaking. I can’t imagine surviving that but they did. What other choice? When my Navy daughter leaves on a deployment (on one of the Navy ships she serves on), I love the pomp and circumstance that welcomes the ship back, usually after 6-9 months. Of course, no one dies. There are rarely tragedies, but still the Navy treats it as a celebration that the mariners returned.

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  3. Yes Jennifer, this is tough and dangerous work and whilst men risked their lives
    women lived in constant waiting and often grief.

    To some degree I recognise the waiting woman from the island I grew up although there weren’t many losses
    as the North Sea is smaller.
    Nevertheless, I stood up on a hill often waiting to see my father’s trawler to come in as the fleet
    neared after a week away.


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