Stewart MacDonald, M.D.

stores.

No doubt, if one who lived there in the later part of the 19th century were to return he would certainly see a great change in the life and style of the community. He would see cars, electric lights, telephone, television and other modern conveniences, but he would miss the thriving community of fishing and farming.

One has only to look at the picture of Little Sands in the 1880 atlas to understand the change. There was a wharf and lighthouse at the end of the road near the church, opposite the Little Sands hall, which was once a Baptist church. I can recall many good times I had in the hall when the women put on concerts, bean suppers, and other social events. In the hall we used to have an athletic club and we had bouts of boxing. As far as I remember, that put an end to the fights that used to be so common at the parties in my younger days.

There was also a wharf at the end of the road at Lem- mie MacLean’s, as well as boats tied off Alex Blue’s shore and another number of boats at Milburn Dixon’s shore.

Little Sands was more or less divided by the County Line Road beside which the graveyard is situated, about a quarter mile off the main Little Sands road. The story, as I recall, was that in the early days before the Lit- tle Sands graveyard was started, a Mr. Currie and a friend were looking for stray sheep, when Mr. Currie commented that he would like to be buried there. That, in fact, became the site of the graveyard. Mr. Currie’s gravestone is next to the road.

Before this, the people of the area were buried in that very wet area down a road opposite the former Wood Is- lands West school. In fact, the funeral procession landed there to bury a man’s wife, but water had almost filled the grave. The man said, “I am not going to drown

2