|by Jane McElvany Coonce|
The basket in the painting is the same old basket that my dad used to use to catch crabs in the Chesapeake Bay when I was a child. We would camp at Seashore State Park, and every morning, he would go out on the beach with his chicken necks and string and a weight to hold the bate down on the ocean floor. I was my dad's shadow, and he taught me how to slowly pull the trap line in and get the chicken neck off the ocean floor so that we could take a net and scoop them up. We caught enough to fill the basket each day. It was fun and I enjoyed "the hunt." Later, we would carry them over to my grandmother's house who lived in Norfolk, and she would steam them up. Of course, back then, I didn't eat crabs (what an idiot!) Now I have to pay for them and they cost a pretty penny.
However, it needs a title. If you have any suggestions, please feel free to make them. I am not very gifted in the titling paintings.