George Blue

lived in a house opposite to Alex’s. The house was

taken from'the area of the Little Sands wharf. It was one of the few houses I saw hauled along the road on skids and a capstan, driven by a horse. This was a long tedious job, running ahead of the house With rollers.

I went to school with George’s wife, May MacLean. She had a great sense of humour. They had several chil- dren. I taught a couple of them in school. I had sad memories when I went to the wake of Lynwood, the sec- ond oldest, about a year ago. I had worked with his wife, Jeannie, at the Department of Veteran Affairs.

George was a fisherman and kept his boat in the open seas beside his brother’s, tied to a killock. He worked with his brother on the farm and they worked together in the woods. He and Alex always had big woodpiles to keep their homes warm in Winter.

George was a very quiet fellow with a rather soft voice, yet when you were alone with him he had lots to say. I remember sitting on the side of the road on a warm Summer night talking to him for hours. He was one of the men who owned a half-ton truck. I always think 0f him when I get behind an older model with the word FORD stamped on the back.

George and May must have been good managers to raise a family of seven on a small lot of land. There was

George Blue, the younger brother of Alex and Mary,

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