1948. Road conditions had somewhat improved in these days, and trucks were available to make the long trips that once took nearly a day, and now could be done within the hour. But the same good service, and assis¬ tance to the farmers, was part of John P.'s store policy as it was when the first store opened. Many's a family benefited from the good nature of John P. In 1948 John P. retired from business, and sold the store and stock to Clarence Curley and Joseph Cusack . The store operated under the name Curley and Cusack until 1950. In that year Clarence bought out Joe's share, and operated it until 1959, when he moved to Ottawa. Joseph Matters bought it and kept it in operation until 1962, when he sold it to Cecil Molyneaux and his wife Mary who now operate it. The store still serves the needs of many of the people of the area, but with rapid transportation there isn't the need to keep in stock the many numerous and varied articles that were asked for and needed one hundred years ago. The store had been remodelled, and taken on the look of a well stocked, well kept—sort of self-service look which goes with so many of the country stores today. There was another small store in Westmoreland . It was opened in 1890, and owned and operated by William Trowsdale . He continued to operate the store until his death in 1920. In this same year, it was taken over by his son George, who maintained the business until 1941. In 1941, Bert J. Trowesdale bought the store. It was a truly unique country store. Although small, it served the needs of many of the people of the surround¬ ing communities. It was always a good place to shop, and to stay and have a pleasant and interesting chat with Bert and his wife. It was only closed down in 1972, when ill health forced Mr. Trowesdale to move to the senior citizen's home, Crapaud . The property is now owned by Clarence Pineau . MAPLEWOOD GLEE CLUB We are inclined today to take music for granted since it is thrown at us from all sides and all types. If you go on the bus it's there; in the stores; in the restaurants; in the homes—yes even on the streets— from the transistors carried by the teens, to the stores enticing you in. All types of music, jazz, rock 'n roll, western, semi-classical, classical, operas and some that you can't just name. But forty years ago it wasn't like that. So seldom you heard music you appreciated what you did hear. There was the "old time tunes" that dared you to keep your feet still; the "come-all-yes" and the "square dances" that made you forget both your age and your aches and pains. Sure there were no better get- togethers or stirring music than the "barn dances", where old and young danced to morn, and the fiddler and pianist stopped only long enough to "wet their whistle" and at it again. There was lots of talent in Kelly's Cross in those days, and plenty of demand for a fiddler or pianist or guitarist, but no one ever thought —147—