I had one brother and five sisters (two boys died). We'd always have a crowd around at night playing cards. Mr. Paddy Marrie was a hard ticket, and one night I was over there and he come out and sung out "The darbies are coming", and I ran all the way home.

We used to walk to Gough's store in St. Joseph's or go to Harricott for our groceries. That was a long walk. We'd use the horse if we had to get a lot of groceries. They carried all dry goods, small furniture, oil for lamps, etc. We'd either cross over in the dory or go up to Fowler's Cove, because Ben Fowler had a ferry that crossed to St. Joseph's.