bought from Mrs. Marc Calder; as children, their home was on the ‘Union Road: There were no cars when we were small, so the horse and carriage was our only means of transportation. The important place to us was Stanhope Lane Beach, or Shore, as we then called it. Each summer our parents would take the whole family two or three times to the shore. We had a fore-and-aft carriage (that was what they called it, back to back), and some of us piled into it. The excitement was terrific. My father would take another horse and carriage and bring the rest of the family and the cousins. We would leave home as early as possible as it was a long drive. My father and his party would overtake us. We stopped at a brook to give the horses a drink when we were going and also when we were returning home. Like all children, we were restless, and could hardly wait to get there; and we can still recall our mother saying, ‘There’s the blue water — do you see it? we will soon be there’. It was so thrilling — we can never forget those happy times. The MacMillan picnic was also held at Stanhope; it was attended by 40 or 50 people. Emma remembers anyone who had some MacMillan blood, or some connection, was welcome. We would drive down Stanhope Lane, turn left until we got to McCabe’s field the men would unharness the horses, put them in a shady place, and give them a good feed of oats, while the women would find a good place to eat, spread a white cloth on the ground each one getting the goodies out of her individual basket and we would all sit on the ground to a wonderful meal, everyone having a really good time, the kids getting acquainted. We all loved the water and had to go in the surf... no one knew how to swim but it didn’t matter. We had to wait for one hour after eating if we didn’t get down into the water, someone would duck us. The bathing suits — if you were lucky enough to have one — were down to your knees. It was such a treat for all of us I’ll tell you, it was a great event.

Several summer residents mentioned that sudden breath-taking View of the sea, coming over a hill on the way to Stanhope. Wayne Lorway says: As a little girl, going to Stanhope on Sunday was a major, exciting expedition; driving down Stanhope Lane at 25 m. p. h, going over a slight rise in the road, and suddenly, there it was, the beautiful intense blue of the Gulf and miles and miles of uncluttered, unspoiled beach. Wayne’s sister, Helen MacDonald, remembers those same Sunday picnics: carefully planned family expeditions to beautiful Stanhope Lane, fragrant with spruce, bayberry and wild roses. What glorious feasts roast chicken, ham, potato and beet salads, homemade biscuits, pies, cookies and squares galore, washed down with hot thermos of tea and cocoa. Wonderful after a dip in the briny!

From a taped interview with Marjorie MacLauchlan, we learn of

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