OUT OF THIN AIR

it would look like finished, Mr. Harris made a scale model. A year later the old house was completely gutted and rebuilt, its exterior sporting the newest type of glass brick, and CFCY in large letters hanging proudly over the front door—the new station had finally emerged.

On January24, 1943, there was a gala opening, the only formal opening CFCY had had to date. It was broadcast, of course, with short speeches from the Lt. Governor, the Premier, The Mayor and the pres- idents of all the local service clubs. It symbolized the culmination of years of perseverance and struggle. I think if Dad were to have chosen the most gratifying moment of his life, that would have been it. It was probably the only time he paused long enough to think of the past and look forward to the future.

CF C Y Oflice and studios Kent Street. Lt. Charlottetown Hotel.

Dad’s new office gave him a good vantage point for watching the town go by, and I’m sure as he watched the comings and goings he thought about things which affected the city and the province in general. He was active in the Chamber of Commerce and the Board of Trade, and he devoted hours to talking with other members and friends about how things might have been improved. One man he had a great deal of respect for was Mr. H.K.S. Hemming. Mr. Hemming was a business- man who had retired to the Island. He was slight of stature and very dignified in an Edwardian manner. His immaculate old-fashioned clothes—a bowler hat, a black suit with pearl-grey Spats, and a rolled

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