BLACK HORSE TAVERN

In early times the mail was brought by horseback from Charlotte- town, and there were stopping places all across the Island, where the horses and their drivers rested and the mail was deposited. One of these places was the “Black Horse Tavern”. Here the animals would be watered, fed and rested, while the travellers themselves dined and had a go at the “hard stuff”. The land Where the tavern was, has now been made into a Picnic Site, with a black horse statue in the centre. We are grateful to the Spring Valley Women’s Institute for making this a project. It is near their community. The picnic site has been cleared of unsightly weeds, etc. Grass, flowers and trees have been planted around the black horse, which was made by Roy Tuplin of Margate and Keith Harrington of Spring Valley. There are picnic tables, a garbage can and a guest book there. Mr. and Mrs. Roy Tuplin kindly take care of the site, with the assistance of some of the Spring Valley residents. They help to cut the grass, plant seeds, etc. and have fenced the corner. Mrs. Tuplin was a W.I. member there for a number of years.

GRANNY —- by J. B. Gleane

I just love to watch my Granny Busy knitting over there— Counting stitches, needles clicking, As she sits in her arm chair.

No one knows how very many Lovely things my Granny makes, But the happiness they’ve given Has her labour well repaid.

Granny crochets, tats, embroiders,

She says “Change of work brings rest, If you’d really LIVE, keep busy l” —- That’s the secret of her zest.

Granny spends no idle moments Frittering her life away,

Always working, helping others Making bright their passing day.

What delight to be beside her, Watching her full life unfold ! For, through joy in useful Service Granny never will grow old.

If we could but catch her spirit, Her philosophy of life i

We could make this earth a Heaven, Filled with love and free from strife.

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