canning the lobsters, through the open doors and the windows. There was no sophisticated equipment in the cannery back in those days, so very little ”clean outII was done on the bodies and knuckles of the lobsters. Only the claws and tails were used in the canning. Today every part of the lobster is used in the processing. Leslie, the manager, with his patience and friendly way with children, would come out and lift us into the high shell box. It was there we would stay for hours at a time eating to

our hearts content. Barefoot we would be in the box where the warm shells were

dumped from big wire baskets around our feet. When our friends from the village would come to visit there would be quite a crew of us in the shell box, cleaning out the shells. Once again Leslie would be there, helping us in and out of the lobster box and making sure we were all accounted for. Mother would keep a close watch on us from our little shanty home, so close by and call us home, but we soon returned. It was a fun time of growing up around the fishing center that left lasting

memories of those shell box days to reminisce over. Sunday around the harbour was a day for family and friends

to visit and be together. It was called the Sabbath day of rest, when no one went fishing. It was a day looked forward to go boat sailing or picnicking. After a long and strenuous week at sea for the fishermen, with long hours for workers at the cannery and in the cookhouse it was set aside for family time together. It was also a day that brought many people from the surrounding area to the harbour, to see what was going on. It was also a popular swimming spot where young people gathered to swim

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