snow-cutting, and broke up completely into its component parts; Joyce MacLauchlan was in charge of the horse on that occasion. More recently, members will remember being conveyed through deep mud and snow, for a meeting at Dalvay, by tractor and trailer, capably driven by Shirley Lawson.

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER — APRIL 1960

In our memories will cling that strange night in spring As long as we all are alive;

On the eve of that day, Shirley called us to say

Her tractor and trailer she ’d drive.

To the meeting she’d go, tho’ ‘twould be a mite slow ‘Twas better than walking that road;

Her spirit was gay; we soon felt the same way.

At the corner she gathered a load.

When all had packed in, we made quite a din, All nestled so snug in the hay;

But lo and behold, in the mud and the cold A car now stood in our way.

No problem arose, for strong women like those As quickly the weight was shifted;

The car passed on by with nary an eye

To those ladies, and how they had lifted!

All aboard once again and sang a refrain As we made our way through the mud;

She drove fairly slow lest a tire should blow And her cargo would land with a thud.

We thought ‘twould be fun, that our troubles were done, But car lights commenced to show;

The car just splashed and went right on past

As Shirley pulled into the snow.

Now to get her load back onto the road,

As one wheel began to raise,

At an angle of fifty, she seemed rather shifty But we trusted her balancing ways.

We reached the park highway, and as it’s no byway She gathered full speed ahead.

Pooers. Kipping, the straw was still picking

By the time the minutes were read

After the greeting, we had a fine meeting,

M uch business was duly attended.

With Easter eggs, chickens, food sold like the dickens; At last the meeting was ended

We started for home with many a groan

That the marrow would hold no pity

For the lass in her plight of the previous night. It should be good for a ditty.

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