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transported across the river, where they were converted into cottages by Earl and Budd Schurman. The woodhouse, perhaps, has seen the least activity, as it became a garage on the Elmer Waugh property.

Wyman’s buildings were later sold to his brother Al, and then the pro- perty was bought by Keir Marchbank.

MARCHBANK

Keir David Marchbank (July 26, 1912) was born in Howland, P.E.l. Keir is the son of Webster and Elma (Sellick) Marchbank. He married Lillian Mae Beaton on December 18, 1935. Lillian was the daughter of James and Mae (Sellick) Beaton of West Devon. Keir bought the sawmill and began the construction of their home in 1946. On August 13, 1948 Keir and Lillian moved to Wilmot Valley. Keir operated the sawmill for twenty- eight years. He and Lillian raised a large family:

Doris Mae (Nov. 13, 1938) married Robert Farris and they live in Wilmot Valley. (See Farris).

Wayne Seymour (July 29, 1940) married Nancy Maclnnis and they live on the Blueshank Road. (See Marchbank).

Donna Maxine (July 8, 1942) married John Robinson and they live near home. (See Robinson).

Winston Dale (Oct. 3, 1943) married Goldie Foy, daughter of Harold and Vera (Rogerson) Foy. They live in Sherbrooke, P.E.I. Their family are Vicki, Michael (1965—1972), Paul and Jodi.

Gale Mildred (Nov. 5, 1946) married John Folland of Wilmot Valley. (See Folland).

Sandra Sharron (March 28, 1947) married Carl Reeves, son of Mr. and Mrs. Russell Reeves. They live in Freetown and their children are Sheila, David and Trent.

Sherrel Marcia (June 8, 1948) married Leigh Wadman and they live near Sherrell’s childhood home. (See Wadman).

Debra Ann (Nov. 10, 1955) married Michael Gallant, son of Mr. and Mrs. Edmond Gallant of Summerside. They live in Wilmot and have one son, Tyler.

Kerry Lee and Terry Lee (Feb. 18, 1961) are twins.

When Keir took over the operation of the mill, the use of the grist-mill was discontinued. Keir has since retired and the sawmill across the river is also silent. The quietness of the spot today does not hint at the bustle and flow of people, wagons and teams which once frequented these yards. Gone