There are many jolly stories about the life and work of George Stavert Tanton, an incredible human being and a most faithful saint and soldier of Christ. One that I recall, as told me by a close friend of Father Tanton, is of a funeral he conducted in one of his parishes. The widow of the elderly gentleman who had died became extremely distraught and loud at the graveside. She not only cried, she screamed continuously. Father Tanton waited patiently for her to calm down as she was comforted by family and relatives. As she became quiet he proceeded once again with the Committal, only to be interrupted once more by the ear-piercing screams and loud wailing of the distraught widow. "Oh, take me with him! Let me get in the casket with him! Bury me with him! Bury me with him!" she cried over and over, and none could console her. After some protracted minutes, in a moment of calm, Father Tanton, exasperated, having lost all patience, raised his voice as loudly as he could and said over the voice of the grieving widow, "Well, lady, jump in! I have to get on with the funeral!" From the time Father Tanton arrived in the Parish of Tangier, after World War II, until I was ordained deacon, then priest, serving in the Parish of Saint Paul's, Rawdon, Nova Scotia , until I left to become curate at Saint Augustine's, Lethbridge, Alberta, in 1952,1 had a very close association with him. He helped to mold my life, spiritually. With Father Ted DeWolf of the Parish of Musquodobit, Father Tanton was my mentor and guide in the early spiritual formation of my life. I shall always be grateful to those two men. They assumed a task, for me and for my future, that was begun, of course, by my father and mother - and by my older brother. Lieutenant Cashman Mason, RCNVR, who studied theology at the University of King's College in preparation for ordination, but was lost at sea during the war in the torpedoing and sinking of H.M.C.S. Valleyfield in 1944. Staff Tanton and Ted DeWolf were my true "Fathers-in- God " for many years, Staff in Tangier, and Ted in Musquodobit, while I was a teenage school¬ master, teaching in a public school in his parish. Staff Tanton was a bright, disciplining and shining light in my early years, and I was always proud and grateful to be known as one of " Staff Tanton's boys." (Contribution by the Reverend Keith Mason ) 6. A "High" Hat Since all but one of the families that constituted the fishing village of on Nova Scotia 's eastern shore were Anglican the local school board had no problem in allowing one hour a week in school time for religious education. Sometimes this job was the responsibility of some local woman, notably Mrs. Charles Power or Mrs. Mattie Boutilier in the "little room" in the two room schoolhouse, or me, Jim Humphries , in the "big room". At other 72