bedroom cottages, each with kitchen and living room, and two smaller, one-room overnight cabins; there were also an ice-house, a utility building, and a quadruple outhouse. The builder was Borden Myers and the approximate date 1942.

When the writer first stayed at Pilgrim Cabins in 1949, there was running (cold) water in the cottages, electric light backed up by oil lamps, and large wood-burning stoves in the larger cottages, with smaller box stoves in the two overnight cabins. That year flush toilets and a septic tank system had been installed — Mamie’s pride and joy; but she would have the tank and tile bed installed at the back of the cottages, forgetting that water won’t run uphill! so there were problems, which were eventually satisfactorily resolved. Refrigeration was by ice-box, the ice being cut from “John Arch’s Pond” on the north side and stored in the ice-house; the blocks of ice were taken round to the cottages in a wheel-barrow by Mr. George Brady, who occupied the smaller of Mamie’s two Gulf side cottages in the summers at that time.

Later (1959) Mamie completed the change-over from ice-box to refrigerator in the four larger cottages, and guests in the overnight cabins could use the refrigeratOr and kitchen facilties in the utility building. The cottages were comfortable, well-equipped, and kept in good order; the grounds were always neat, and Mamie was particular about her flag: it was always struck at sundown each evening, and raised early each morning; visiting children were allowed to do this as a treat. Mamie worked hard at keeping everything in good shape, and expected hard work from the help she employed; but the girls who worked for her remember good wages, and after-work “treats” baked for them by their employer. Mamie sold her property to Mrs. Inez Acland in 1963, and it is now known as Acland Acres; it was managed from 1963 to 1968 by Mrs. Whitehead, Inez’ sister Margaret.

An Appreciation of Mamie Drew

My first sight of Mamie Drew was of a short animated figure, grey- blond hair flying in the wind, silhouetted in a lighted cottage door, welcoming a family of tourists from Montreal. Having lost our way a couple of times, and been involved in some very muddy detours near Borden in the pouring rain, we were awfully glad to see Mamie; and she (strange to relate, as we arrived after dark and a day early) was glad to see us, and we got a really warm welcome. We always enjoyed our two months’ stay at Pilgrim Cabins; and later when we built our own cottage, Mamie could be relied on to give the best possible advice on how to go about it. She was unfailingly kind to our children, and they thought the world of her; our younger son, on being asked if he were coming to the beach, said “No, thanks, I’m going to help Mrs.

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