The mail man took a suitcase belonging to me, plus the mail bag. The other man took me. They went as far as they could go and then I had to crawl up over this twenty-foot bank of snow.

I thought, my gosh, the house is way up there, up over the hill, that's where I was heading. There was a light on in the kitchen. I thought, my God, if I can make that, I'll be all set.

It seemed to be the beginning of the end, for Dad. The same night I arrived, I got sent off to fetch the doctor because my father was sick. That, I think, was the beginning of the end, really.

He died in 1938 at sixty-four years of age, a fairly young man. He developed serious heart trouble, and a lot of it came after the tidal wave.

I know there was one case, somebody over in one of the coves, I don't know the name or anything now, but he had to be committed afterwards. At that time they required an okay from three people. I think it had to be okayed by a clergyman, a doctor and a police officer, something or other like that. I don't know what the details of it were.

On the shoreline, everything was cleaned out. There used to be a big store, Bartlett's General Store, and that was swept up and turned right around. The front door was right up by Kelly's house, underneath the hill, on the road up there.

Around the coastline, there wasn't a fish store left.