station along with casks of kerosene and gasoline. The cookhouse would open around 3:00 am, and close when the last fishing boat tied up and the fishermen fed. The meals were provided for ten cents, and fishermen could have their fishing pails packed for long days at sea, for the same price of a dime. Fishermen and workers always raved over the cooked meals and enormous lunches. Especially those "Dandy” raisin pies, as

fisherman Joe called them. On weekends the ”crew,” the workers, stayed at the shore,

due to muddy roads and long walks back to their homes. It was on those evenings the old cookhouse would be rocking and reeling, from the sound of the fiddles of Ben and Antoine and

many more of the fiddlers. The Murphy brothers from Alberton who fished with their

father Aust "Pops" would play guitars and sing the cowboy hits of the 30’s. There would be Jew's harp and mouth organ playing and lots of stepping to the old quadrilles. George and Tony would face off with the girls from the factory, who were not to be outdone by any male challengers of the time. The echo from the music and dancing could be heard all around the shore. Annie, one of the cooks would have everyone cracking up just

from her laughter alone. Father would take us seven children over to the cookhouse

to enjoy all the fun. Mother was so busy at home; she never had time for outings in our growing up years. Our fisherman friend, Mike, would give us a dime to sing and dance along. We kept the dimes in a baking powder can at home and saved them for scribblers and pencils for school. At Morris & Bernard store we could pick out scribblers we liked for the beautiful pictures On

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