went into the house with the farm produce. The horse took off for home

at top speed, losing the wagon to trees along the road, and arrived

at the farm with just the harness on his back. The Alexanders, much

concerned, went out looking for a dead boy, who, however, was safe at

Dalvay. Earl’s own memories begin with Sunday outings to Stanhope,

by horse and four-seater carriage hired from a Charlottetown livery

stable; the carriage had a canopy, but the seats were very hard, and it

was a long, long drive, over dusty dirt roads, which were very narrow,

and in places had trees meeting overhead. They would stop at streams

along the way to water the horse, whose lunch of hay and a bag of

oats went with them, to be eaten when the animal was tied up under a

shady tree at Charlie Burt’s from whence they would go down to the

beach; or they might drive down Stanhope Lane and leave the horse

at Victor Hudson’s. On the way from town, they often filled a con-

tainer with fresh water from a spring near Marshall’s Pond, for their

picnic; later, when an automobile replaced the horse, they had to wait

at Stanhope Church until church was out — apparently it “was not

done” to drive past while the service was in progress! How different

from nowadays! Earl remembers staying at Stanhope Beach Inn when

the charge Was $2.00 a day, and $1.50 at Seaside Inn, and this

included meals. In the 19305 the local excitement was rum-running,

and Earl remembers kegs of rum buried in the sand dunes. A very

pleasant memory was of outings on Lauchlin Kielly’s beautiful yacht,

the Faugh-a-Balla (Gaelic, in English, “Clear the Way”) which was

anchored down at the south-east end of the Bay; they would go sailing

out in the Gulf, and it was sometimes difficult to make the passage out

of the Bay at Covehead Harbour. In 1949 Earl Taylor bought an acre

of land opposite Stanhope Beach Inn from Jack Warren; the only

cottage nearby at the time was Earl MacLeod’s, whose daughter

Janet Connolly has good memories of summers at this end of the

Stanhope peninsula. She stayed at Bayside Lodge and Seaside Inn as

a child; in 1948 her father bought land from Jack and Hazel Warren

and built their cottage, one of the first at the Point, their only neigh-

bours then being George and Elsie MacMillan, Jack and Hazel Warren, and Leigh Chappell and family across the fields. There was no bridge then at the harbour, just a “cat-walk” across the water and swamp from the foot of the Stanhope Beach Inn hill to the sand bar,

which the MacLeods used when they walked to the harbour for fresh fish. Janet remembers visits to Harry MacLauchlan’s store; and clam digging, gathering oysters in the Bay, cooking lobsters in an old wash boiler on the outside fireplace. and picking mushrooms in fields now covered with cottages. Janet and Fred Connolly have built their year- round home next to the cottage, and they and their three sons continue to enjoy Stanhope.

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