GOIN' TO THE CORNER Matthews. Matthews captained the local winning softball team and tried to start a community choir. I first noticed girls were nice in Elmsdale . I sold the Halifax Her¬ ald, skated in the frozen hollow on Basil Rennie 's farm, coasted on the hills around Eddie Will Johnston 's mill pond, turned the freezer for Jack Adams , who dispensed hair cuts and ice cream in his shop on the corner where the church parking lot is now. I even helped grade potatoes in the basement of Art Rennie 's store. We had bareback horse races in the spring, and I took my first spill from a galloping horse up the in Elmsdale . The railroad was big in Elmsdale . We climbed up into the engine cab while the trains were performing their "flying shunts" on to the sidings, allowed by the friendly engineer. Bill and Ethel Matthews lived a few feet from the railroad track, but slept through when the 1:00 a.m. jitney blew its horn for the crossing. The winter snows were a problem for the railroad, clogging the train wheels. The banks were far above the telegraph wires between Elmsdale and Piusville , calling for every local man and his shovel, as well as the great ro¬ tary plow from Charlottetown . Local names remembered in addition to those mentioned were: the Wells fam¬ ily, (Art, Harry, Mary, and Susan), Max Cameron , Mr. Callahan , merchant, Basil MacNeill , the jolly egg man, Adams, the postmaster, Barnetts, Mr. Sinclair , former teacher, who had a famous ap¬ ple orchard near the school where I was caught stealing apples one day (and I was in trouble), Peter Burke , the Forsythes, the O'Briens (Eleanor and I stood against each other as representa¬ tives of the Protestant and Catholic life- Rev. Roland Stanford Coll. Rev. Roland Stanford 520