I was born the twenty-seventh day of March, 1916, to a family of nine children, six boys and three girls. I was born in Petries, Bay of Islands, in a big old house belonging to my Grandfather Stone's sister. Her name was Martha and she was married to Richard Hillier of Petries, Bay of Islands. My father name was Albert Stone and my mother's name was Edith Stone (nee Horwood). Our home was in Henley Harbour, Labrador.

During the early forties, I used to come back to NFLD in the winter time, as work was plentiful and the cod fishery poor in Labrador. The winter of 1949, I worked in Stephenville on the American Base, came back to Henley Harbour in early May month, back at the old trade fishing which I certainly enjoyed. The fishery being still poor, I came back to NFLD again in the fall, went herring fishing and after Christmas I packed my bag and went to Argentina to work on the American's base there. Them times there was plenty of jobs. It seemed like the Americans were always crying out for men. However, before being able to go to work, I had to be unionized. So I joined the Newfoundland Laborer's Union in Corner Brook. The annual fee was five dollars. Then I picked up a few tools at the second hand store: a hammer, square, wrecking bar, level and a couple of second hand saws. Took the saws to an old friend of mine, Uncle Sam Pye, as we all used to call him, and he filed them for me. They were as good as new then. Now the time had come for me to pack my bag and get going. There was a big crowd of us going. So when the train pulled in going east we went aboard at Curling station and in a short while we were on our way across the island. Our destination was Whitbourne where we had to change trains and finish our journey on to the Argentia Branch. We arrived in Clarenville later in the day only to find a wreck on the rails. We were there twenty-four hours before the tracks were repaired. To make matters worst the weather turned bad, the worst snow storm for that winter. We had two engines so we only made slow progress. After a long while we made Arnold's Cove Station, where we got stuck. A poor place to get stuck - only two or three sector men near there and their wives in small cabins. There we were snow bound and so many feet of snow on the tracks in one of the worst snow storms for years or so the men said, perhaps the worst place on the Island to be stranded.