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by Helen Chappell As a kid, I used to spend a fair amount of time progging. We were too far away from civilization for me to have friends without having to arrange play dates, so I was on my own a good bit. Progging, in my opinion, is a solitary occupation because it requires a certain amount of concentration, and the kind of imagination you really can’t exercise when you have company. For those who didn’t grow up on the water, progging is an ancient name for an ancient occupation. It’s walking the shoreline, mostly, sometimes crossing the fields or going into the woods, looking to see what you can find. I don’t know

where the word came from, but I imagine it’s one of those things that’s been lost in the mists of time that we’re always hearing about. Some people think that progging is a waste of time, and an occupation for slackers and daydreamers who could be cutting the grass or doing housework. But then again, some people have never found a rusted piece of pipe cap, weathered into the shape of a heart, or a shard of Chinese export pottery, or a perfectly preserved muskrat skull. The treasure of all treasures was the genuine quartz arrowhead, lovingly chipped out centuries ago by some hunter who roamed this

Exploring the Dorchester shoreline was my favorite pastime as a kid. 9

April 2014 ttimes web magazine  

Tidewater Times April 2014

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