I was so glad to be with my sister and know that I was going to be there to keep her company. Miss May worked here then as a nurse and she gave me a little room up in the peak of the hospital, I remember it now. That was my private room. The workin girls had to share rooms. I was going to school, so I had to keep my room myself. I worked between hours when I wasn't going to school. I worked for my grub (food) 1 suppose, but I got a pay cheque of eight dollars a month besides. It was a bit of pocket money to help me out with school pencils, scribblers and stuff. I did have a bit of money when I left home because I worked with Fishery Products that summer cookin'. So that kept me going enough to buy a bit of extra clothes and winter gear and that for myself. I enjoyed it, working there and going to school. I used to have to get up in the morning, before I went to school, and clean down the steps, the dispensary (clinic) and the porch. Then after school I came home, I'd have to help the other girls with whatever they needed done. The only nights I used to be on night shift was Saturday and Sunday when the other girls would take their days off. There's one memory that sticks in my mind. I used to work on the weekend like I said so this Sunday I had to work. It was early Sunday morning I suppose and Miss May came and asked me to help her in the dispensary. I didn't know what she wanted. When I went in there was a little boy there. His father had just brought him in. He had his toe just about cut off, I suppose. Miss May tried to sew it on the best she could so she asked me to help her. I didn't know what to think. I went in and saw all the blood and everything and the toe hanging there. Miss May used to tell me to hold on to it now until she sewed it together and I was trying to make the little boy feel good and help him so much as I could. I remember his dad there, he was trying to calm him down. He said, "That's alright, my boy. That's okay, my boy!" I remember it so plain that the poor little fellow was screeching. It seemed like Miss May was tryin to comfort him as much as she could but you know it must have hurt.

My brother, Paul Stone, taught in Mary's Harbour at the same time so there was more or less like was a family here for me. I wasn't what you'd call lonesome. I suppose me and Loretta used to have a lot of catching up to do. We did a lot of talking about our growing up, the family, one thing or another and so we kept each other company.

We were married in 1964 on September 30th. We had four children; three girls and a boy. They are all grown up now and on their own, of course. When we got married, I remember getting the marriage invitation printed up on an old type writer. Paul did it up for us up in Henley Harbour. We had the date set for September 20th and of course, due to the bad weather and stormy winds then, we waited ten days for the minster, Reverend Genge, to arrive. He came by motor boat from Mary's Harbour while doing a trip around the coast. They do these trips now too only back then they had a few more communities to visit.