One day they were sitting in the boat on the sand waiting for the tide to come in and set the boat into mOtion. Margaret and I were in the boat with them while they were saying their rosary. Frank came riding down the lane on a big grey Percheron. He was going around the shore for some reason and as he was passing the boat, be tipped his hat to the sisters and at the same time the grey Percheron saluted in the only way he knew how, lguess, by expellingavery loud round ortwo of flatulent gases. The solemnity was broken for sure right then and I feel certain that the sisters had something to laugh about for some time to come as we surely did Another visit I remember was the time my uncle, who was working in Boston, was asked by a couple who wanted to visit relatives in Souris if he would accompany them and assist them with the driving from Boston to the Island. Uncle Ronnie was onlytoo happy to do thatand the couple lcthimhavetheuseofthecarforafewdays so that he could visit with our family.

OneeveninghetookMargaretandmetoanicecreamparlorin the city. That was avery special treat in those days. Itwas the time before we started school. As we drove over the clay road through Bunbury he told us that some day we would drive our own cars over the same road but the road would be paved by that time. The thought of such a wonderful thing happening stayed in our minds although at the time we did not think it would be possible. How right he was!

Fullertons Marsh was a haven for wildgeeseJnthefalltheycameto __ feed on the marshes. Sometimes they o" . ' — /T-,/ flew over the house so low that one ‘ 7. ' ‘ wouldthinkhe could hit themwitha . ~ , . stick.ManytimesIsawmydadgraba .~.‘ L»_ ' _- gun, load it and shoot a goose from //I ’ "°~' ‘- the garden or yard. My younger brother could not wait to try his luck at shooting. One evening 'Billie Archie' MacDonald, who was a first cousin of my mother, was visiting at our place. He saw John go off to the marsh where he made a blind of seaweed Very shortly John returned carrying his gun and two geese.

I heard 'Billie Archie' and my mother say that John's smile could easily be seen from quite a distance. Since thanohn went out to hunt often and always had good luck. Strangely enough, Frank was not interested in the sport. Many nights in the fall Fuller-tons Marsh was black with geese. We would drop 03' to sleep listeningto their honking.

Recently, I drove the car to Fullertons Marsh to visit the lot where the old house once stood. How things have changed! The farmland was sold a few years ago and resold as small lots called mini farms. A paved road runs through the subdivision. The old house and buildings are all gone except for the base of the barn. There are no trees left except for a dead cherry tree which was a part ofour yrden. The tree now stands much closer to the shore than it used to which indicates that the land has been washed away considerably by the water. The tide was out at the time and it was windy and cool. I was glad to return to

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