Sure I was only a child when I went to work in the plant. I went down with a friend of mine to National Sea Products on the Southside in St. John's. She was looking for a job, not me. He offered me a job and I just went in with a pair of sandals on. When I went to work in '72 it was for $1.25 an hour. You'd get $1.50 if you weren't a student and weren't planning on leaving in August. They wouldn't believe that I wasn't going to go back to school, because I was only 15. When they all went back to school and I stayed, then they upped my money. We'd work six days and you had to work three nights - Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday and you'd clear $107 a week. A lot of money. We'd be tickled to death with that.

When I went there I just went right into the packing. From that you were moved around. They'd have you trimming and grading and on the boxes, so you got a lot of experience. One time they come down and asked us did we want to go filleting. There was only men up there. Don't know why. There was fish come in as big as us -steak cod, right - and sharp knives and stuff, so maybe they just figured it was men did it. We went up and some stayed. I didn't. I think it made a lot more sense to move people around, because I know in the smaller plants that I worked in, the trimmers only trimmed. Now, the trimmers often been waiting on fish and the packers would be up to their ears, and none of them could come over and help you. They had to be paying them money to do nothing, where if they had been experienced at it all, they could've been at it all. I've never had a bad word to say about the people at Nat Sea because they involved the people, they trained them. When you come out of that plant, you knew what you were doing.