5 Weeks to Go - Meet Grandpa Jamie

The name is James. Grandpa Jamie to Meara. I'm a fisherman by trade, come from a long line of 'em. My father, his father before him, his father before him, well, you understand. Fishing is one of the main industries in Peggy's Cove. You'll hear that it's hard work. I'm not going to lie to you, it is. You also get to see the sun rise, glorious and gold, over the water, and see it set, fiery and red. When the wind is at your back and the sun's warm rays on your face... there isn't a better feeling in the world. I own my own boats, manage a small crew, and I wouldn't pick another job in the world. I love it.

The hard part of spending long hours at sea is having less time to be with your family. It was manageable when my daughter, Sharon was home to keep my wife, Mary, company. Then Sharon moved away, and I regretted leaving Mary alone. Good thing she's a social one, my Mary. She has her gardening , the occasional lunch with the other wives, and her clubs to keep her busy. The town loves her almost as much as I do.

I'm pleased to know that my daughter's coming home. She's bringing my granddaughter with her. Haven't met her, Meara, but from her pictures, she's a mix of her mom and her dad. David - that good for nothing - I hope she takes after him in looks only. Sharon is better off without him. At any rate, I'll take care of my girls. Always have, always will.