one character came to the door. He was one of those big, rough guys that if he caught a woman alone he'd scare her into giving him something to eat or something. My grandmother was a little, short, stout woman, and we were all around the kitchen there. This guy came in. He said, "Do you know who I am?" "No." "I'm Napoleon Bonaparte ." She says, "Are you? And do you know who I am?" "No." "I'm Queen Victoria," she said. "Yes, and these are all my children." My God, and he left. He went over to Angus MacWilliam 's across the road and wondered who the crazy woman was on the hill. He thought she was crazy. Well, you know, they said after, [that was] the only way she'd have got clear of that creature. But she was quick-tongued. I can remember her saying that. As plain in my mind as anything. My grandmother Longard. A Good Man Well, we were talking about Dr. Frank Martin . There was a lot of stories about him but he was a good man. I don't think he finished his studies but he left college; might have been short of money, I don't know. He settled here anyway and started practising, which, it happened, was quite a common thing... in those days. But he drank a bit. He lived in Eldon, yes. His wife had died when the only child was born, Margaret. And his sister kept house for him. But he drank a bit and sometimes he'd be away for a few days at a time. There's lots of stories. He'd started driving a car... and he went down to the wharf one day to meet his daughter who had gone in in the morning on the boat, the Harland, down at Halliday's there. And he turned on the wharf, went in to about four feet from the curb of the wharf. There was a big mooring post, very, very big post, and the doctor turned and he went to back up a little bit and of course he was going too fast and he hit this mooring post. He hit it hard. The little car jumped ahead about 10 feet and never touched the dock at all, you know, he hit it so hard. But it stopped there. The doctor got out as unconcerned as if he'd made a perfect landing, as unconcerned, with a smile on his face. He never let on a thing. The place he lived, the house, is still occupied in Eldon; the little garage is still there. But the owner now tells me when he went there first there was several sandbags against the back wall of the garage so if he got in too fast he'd hit the sandbags; he wouldn't go right through the wall. He was quick-tempered and all that, but a very, very, very soft-hearted man for all. Now, I remember I had him here; I brought him down to see 250 BELFAST PEOPLE