My husband Eddy was never sick or in hospital in his life. When he went to the Newton Wesley Hospital for some tests, the doctor called me in and said he had some bad news. I almost died. I had no idea he was going to die. The doctor said he had cancer and gave him three weeks to live. He lived two and a half weeks. There was no warning. We were packed to go home. I stayed in the hospital the whole time. He said to me, "When I die, I don't want you crying or I don't want you to wear black." The hardest thing I ever had to do was to walk down the aisle all alone behind the casket. My legs were shaking. I thought I'd never make it. That was terrible. I visited the cemetery every day until I moved home in 1985. I'm going back to Boston after I die. I will be buried with him.

I got my driver's license when I was 71 years old. After Eddy died I was left with a brand new Chevy Impala. I decided since I had a brand new car that , do or die, I was going to get my license. I had to go to my lawyer for something and when he saw my car at the door he said, "Is that your car and are you going to sell it? I said, "no I'm going to learn to drive." He said, "Are you sure you can learn to drive?" I said, "Do I look that stupid to you?" He said, "Well, I wouldn't, at your age." He just wanted my car, you see. "Well," I said, "you and I are two different people and I do what I want and no one tells me what to do." So I went ahead to get my license. The first fellow that came to teach me was married three times and divorced. He was just looking for somebody with money. So I told him to get. I called the Community School and said, "if you can't send one any better than that you can forget it." He said, "No! No!, I'll send you a good driver.", and he did. He taught me everything. When I went to get my license the examiner said, "Make a three point turn and keep your wheels on the ground." No problem! I drove until 1985 when I moved back to Newfoundland. Myself and my friend Ida would go to New Hampshire shopping. Every Sunday we'd go to Mass and then off to New Hampshire. I'd take my dog Mister. He went every place that I went. We'd stop for lunch on the way, do our shopping and then come home. Then Ida would say, "Let's go for a run somewhere." We'd go for a ride and stop for ice cream or coffee or something. We always loved to eat at Marlioffs. The same waitress served us for 25 years. It was a good life.

Now I live alone in my own apartment. My neighbours keep an eye on me and my niece, Carmel is so good to me. But I still like to party even though I'm 96. Oh my God, me and Mabel and Mary (friends in apartment building) go downtown all the time. Well, on St. Patrick's night past, there was a bunch of us went downtown to George Street. We got in line to go into a pub. There were 52 people ahead of us. The manager was going in and out so I said, "Listen, I'm an old lady coming down here wanting to have a good time and there's 52 people ahead of me." He said, "Oh, I'll get you in." I said to myself, "That's a likely cock and bull story. Devil if he'll ever think of us again." Well, my God, about 10 minutes after, he came and got us and had four chairs and a table ready for us. We were there until four o'clock in the morning. About three months ago, I went to Bridie Molloy's to listen to the music and to see the sights. I don't mind the noise, nothing bothers me like that. I usually get home late in the morning. I still love to shop and play cards.