WALL , b. 1840, d. 1923 and his wife Lydia Graham , b. 1847, d. 1926, were store keepers and also kept the post-office, around 1913-14. This business was located in the house where William Thompson resided, it was demolished in 1976. Mrs. Edith Wall — excerpt from her book, I Have a Woodpile. "I was born in Springhill , P.E.I , on the birthday of my eldest sister, April 16th, 1896. A family of six girls and three boys, my parents were Lydia Edith and David Dyment . Our home life was a happy one, our toys were home-made and had to be put away on Saturday nights in respect of the Sabbath. I was always of a nervous temperment and could be easily teased — I loved animals and had many pets — I liked reading especially poetry and the poet I liked best was Lord Byron , I started writing verses when I was quite young. The first that was printed in the Guardian was called "I have a Woodpile". I can't write often, perhaps several months will go by — I live alone on a farm in Baltic , Lot 18, — my husband and son are deceased — but I am fortunate in having a grand-daughter. She is coming home to spend Easter with me." The house where Mrs. Wall presently lives is approximately 40 years old (at least). All the buildings on the property (except for one) were built by her husband . Mr. Wall was an excellent carpenter during his life and even built the house which his family grew up in at Baltic . died in 1950. I HAVE A WOODPILE by Edith Wall I have a woodpile and a Christmas tree, And a family that's coming home to me, It used to be one, then two, then three, That will join me around the Christmas tree. They will sound the horn as they drive up the lane, Calling here we are! Home with you again, They will carry parcel and bundle too, That will smile and look with two eyes of blue. I am just as poor, poor as can be, But I have a family, and a Christmas Tree , A kettle that keeps singing merrily, So I am just as rich, rich as I can be. 83 >