Tales of Trinidad

Michael Parrish’s story on Trinidad (“New England West,” Jan. 14) took me back to 1950 when, as a graduate student, I supplemented my G.I. Bill by employment with the Census Bureau.

While nothing stands still, it seems sad that this quaint village is not a community anymore, but a tourist mecca. What ever happened to the independent men, women and children who migrated there from Nova Scotia to establish a fishing village in this “seaside hamlet”?

As I counted noses, I was privileged to listen to ship-to-shore radios in these homes, often the only conversation husbands and wives had with each other for days at a time. It was pristine. The harbor was snug. The whales had it all to themselves. It was definitely not for tourists. I am not surprised that Northern Californians “seem disinclined to share [Trinidad] with others.”

LEONARD FREDLUND

Camarillo