GOIN’ TO THE CORNER

Reg. MacLellan Coll. ' " ' ' Lillian Adams Coll.

Reg. MacLellan, poet and author ~ Remaining Elm trees by Huntley Creek

ing to dam up the brook so we would have a place to swim. Sods were hauled and put in place. Gradually the water began to back up. There would be talk of how the water would be very cold, but we would have none of it. Our thinking, at least mine, was that the sun would warm the water in a day or so.

I remember getting into the water, and I have never felt so cold in my life. It was numbing, so the swimming hole with all its springs was soon abandoned. When winter came we used to use it to skate on some, but not as much as other spots.

There were trout in the brook below Frank McKenna’s and below Emerson Currie’s house. You had to follow the brook along into the heavy bush. These places were all within walking distance of where I lived, and it was fun to catch a few trout and take

them home to be cooked.

In winter when there was a lot of snow down, the brook would be covered over. One place that this happened was between Frank McKenna’s and where Johnston’s pond

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