the one in basement, a lot of snow down. George MaeKay passed away through the night.
October 21, 1974: sunny, cold, a lot of snow around, worked at engines and generators all day, got deep freeze cooled down pretty good, went to Summerside after dinner, got gas and a new battery for little tractor.
October 22, 1974: cold, home all day, made some changes on generator connections on tractor.
October 23, 1974: sunny, hooked up generator for Glen Lea, went to town to government house in aflernoon, George MacKay remains laying in state.
October 24, 1974: snowflurn'es, went to funeral for George MacKay, very large funeral. Maritime Electric have most of poles in now.
October 25, 1974: sunny, hauled in some broken poles in morning; changed Donald’s entrance and got going; power came on in Tryon in afternoon and we got going about 6:30, got Donald going around 7:30, very tired, been a strenuous week.
October 26, 1974: partly sunny, milder; getting things straightened up and put away. George Muttart tried to dig potatoes, very wet, getting stuck.
The Cold Cider Party
Come listen kind friends to the verse which I write, Here standing alone by the shades of moonlight;
My verse is quite short and the theme it contains, / Was found on the road which leads out of the Plains
One evening I happened to pass by this road, Where one Phillip Simmons takes up his abode; When to my surprise I was dazed by the throng, Of ladies and gents who came passing along.
My suspicions being aroused by this plot which to me, Resembled a party or else a big spree;
And being an observer says I to be sure,
I’ll place myself handy this jolly man’s door.
The crowd was now gathering and I learned further on, There were folks from the Plains and some from Tryon; Such numbers came there that my fears were dispelled, And I slowly crept in where the party was held.
Being a lover of music I longed to be there,
To hear the man play with the brown curly hair, When the sweet strains rang out from his great violin, Dan rose and announced that the dance would begin.
I felt quite secure when the music began, And I gazed more content the great crowd to scan,
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