Visiting Country Cousins
Besides all the people who
lived at Grandparents’ we would always have lots of company. I especially looked forward to visits from cousins in Claire
Fountain. This area has since been appropriated by the Province of New Brunswick for the Kouchibouguac National Park.
I had a cousin around my age and when they came for a visit they would bring me back home with them. My aunt Annie was married
to Duncan Stewart who worked for Loggie’s. He would travel from Chatham
to Claire Fountain. My aunt was the post mistress so there were always lots of people in and out. I had a lot of fun there.
I can remember running through the fields with the wind blowing through my long hair.
The church was right across
the road from my aunt’s so many times we would play there. We’d go up in the balcony to play the organ. I also
remember seeing lots of mice.
Some nights the crowd from
Fountain would gather at my aunt’s and we would have a great time. One night we all married one another. My aunt didn’t
mind, but when she saw my uncle’s truck driving down the road she would tell us to scatter.
Sometimes we would go to
houses where they would be having house dances, lots of great music. Bedtime was a different experience, as we slept on straw
mattresses. I hate to think what could have been crawling around in the mattresses.
I look back on this time
of my life with fond memories.
Teen Years at Morrison Cove
My teen years were spent
between Morrison Cove and Chatham.
Maurie Bell, Geraldine Dinan,
Alfie Brown and Kennie Sweeney were the young people I hung around with. They all lived up the hill from us on the way to
Newcastle. We travelled on the bus together to go to school,
so we got to know one another really well.
I think Kennie was supposed
to be my first boyfriend. He gave me a medal his uncle got from the war. His parents probably never knew he did this.
We would all gather on the
beach to go swimming. This is where I learned to swim. We would stand on our head in the water letting our feet stick up in
the air. We thought we were great. We would then go over to Maurie’s place. I can still see his dad frying potatoes
with their skins still on. He was a great old lad to put up with us.
Walsh’s lived across
the road from Maurie’s (they had a large family) so they also joined us. Brown’s also lived handy to the beach.
One night Alfie Brown asked me to go for a boat trip across the river with him. I think this was when I had my first cigarette.
When we were partway across I heard Mom calling me, so Alfie turned back and I jumped out of the boat and ran up the bank.
Mom asked me what I was doing. I told her the girls were having a bonfire on the shore. She accepted this and home we went,
a close call. The boys from Hay Lane also hung around
and were always nice to me.
There were also very sad
years at Morrison Cove during the war when I can vaguely remember telegrams arriving with death notice of my uncle Albert
and Aunt Audrey’s husband, Stan Stewart—so much screaming and crying.
I was living here when I
first met my husband. I met him while visiting my Duplessis grandparents on the weekend.