This was in the thirties and forties. They had to ship that away to Boston to get ten cents a pound. It was frozen. They had some kind of a cold place out to Piccadilly. Well, the winters were so cold then, you used to freeze them yourself. You'd spread them out and freeze them and pack them in boxes and they shipped them away.

In the summer, I would spread the fish for my husband, that's all. I was kept pretty busy in the house. We had eleven children! I had quite a busy day.

The cows were milked twice a day. You'd be out eight o'clock or earlier to milk them. There was no radio or TV and when it got dark, you couldn't work out of doors. You only had the lamplight in the wintertime. I used to have to card my wool to knit the mitts and socks and sweaters and then I would spin the yarn in the nighttime. I never had much time in the day. It would take you pretty well the best part of your day to do washes, by the time you carried your water and you heated it on the stove and washed in a tub, using a scrub board. Well, you would have most of the day gone by then.

I would have to mix and bake nearly every day. They liked a lot of bread and molasses. Their father liked to have molasses on his bread and they all followed – molasses bread.

The children would pick the raspberries and partridge berries and blueberries. They were the main ones. Bakeapples were farther away. A few places, way back on the hills, we'd get a gallon or so, but at Shoal Point, now, that's where the bakeapples grew way out there. The children were good. They all kept busy. They all did their work. It's not like today. It's sad today. Children don't know how to do anything like that today.

We had three bedrooms and in the living room we would have a daybed that pulled out. Then according's they got older, eighteen and nineteen, they got out on their own.

But they keep coming back. They love to come back home. I kept some of them when they first got married, until they got out on their own. But they all got their own homes now. They're doing all right. I have six greatgrandchildren.

Nobody worked on Sunday. Except, you had to milk the cows. You'd rest up on Sunday a bit, except for meals and that.