When my daughter was born she was always putting out her tongue. My mother said to me one day, "Addie, you must have wanted something before she was born."

I said, "I don't think so." I couldn't think of anything. I mean, times were a little better in 1948. I had everything I wanted.

So, we were talking one day and I said, "I love turbot. I wish I had a bit of turbot. I wanted a bit, about seven months ago."

Then Mom said, "Yes, that is exactly what you must have wanted." The next time we got a turbot, she rubbed it along the child's mouth. She never licked out her tongue after.

You smile and laugh at it, now.

Grandmother was born a Protestant, but she became a Catholic. She had the best of two worlds. I tell you, she knew the Bible better than the ministers or the priests knew it. You couldn't stump her on a question from the Bible. She was very, very attentive to her church.

Well, I guess when she went to her Protestant friends she said prayers that they were used to. When she went to the Catholics she knew their prayers, too.

In those days it was a terrible thing to die without having the priest give the last rites. Religion was far different than it is today, I suppose. Now, Doctor Harris wasn't a Catholic, but none of his Catholic patients died without the priest. He made sure that they got the rites of the church before they died.

Mrs. Pittman went in all kinds of weather. Lots of times, the storm would be so bad, they had to put something over her face to keep her from smothering on the sleigh. She travelled by dory and horse and slide and of course, walked in the summertime, sometimes three miles.

She has gone out when it was pretty bad. I've heard men say that she went when they didn't really think they were going to make it. They were pretty nervous, but she always seemed cool, calm and collected.