I was born in Quebec. When I was only one year old we moved all the way from over there to Hebron in Labrador on dog team. When I was growing up everybody used to go up north to go fishing in the summertime. I used to help my father clean the fish and salt them. We used to put the fish in barrels - sometimes about 20 barrels in one day - and the collector boat would pick them up. My father used to get a lot of fish. His boat used to be full of char, white and pink and red ones, but they wanted only red char. My mother always managed to dry the white ones and pink ones. Pitsik is what you calls them. She used to make lots of pitsik sell it to the government store, ten cents for one.