cookies had increased from five to seven. Then off to the factory we went to show them to our friend, Leslie, and all of the factory workers. That started a bonding in our family that would follow

us for the rest of our lives. There were no further plans made by their father to move his

children back to Boston. Being well settled and happy, the children spent their growing up years as part of the family. Although mother was kept extra busy, she never complained. She would be up at the crack of dawn, preparing breakfast for father and his fishermen. She would then go out and milk the cow before any of us children were awake. The porridge pot would be steaming for us around seven. Busy as mother was she would drive us to school in cold and story weather. In the summer time she would take us blueberry picking and we would

be bubbling over with excitement

When our cousins' father came home on his holidays, he would take us to the beach. We would pile into his ford roadster and take turns sitting in the rumble seat. The dust from the clay roads would be flying all around but we enjoyed all the fun.

Wanting his children to remember the land of their birth, he would have us sing the American anthem, and stand and recite the pledge of allegiance and salute the flag. We became familiar with our neighboring Country, from the stories told us by our good—natured Uncle. We always looked forward to having him

around during summer holiday time. Mother looked forward to her brother’s visits, it was the break

she needed to have him look after us children for a while. The workers at the cookhouse and factory would give mother a break, by coming in and Playing games with us, on days when

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