Jimmie (Tailor) MacDonald Jimmie had a home in Hopefield but he stayed with his brother, Duncan, during the later years of his life. He never married. He used to go to each spring. When he was able, during the early spring, he ran over among the ice cakes to work in the lobster factory. I recall Duncan at our house, waiting for the fire signal from to tell him Jimmie had arrived safely. Jimmie used to visit our home quite often when he was an old man. We kids would always run to meet him, and he would take us by the hand and tell us stories. After the fishing season he caught herring. We used to buy a half-barrel. My father claimed that no one could cure herring like Jimmie . I think a half-barrel was going for one dollar. Think of the work preparing the herring! Jimmie almost lost his life when they were digging for the French gold at our shore and the sand gave away. He was bound to die in a hole, which he did when cleaning a well several years later. I often think how the old age pension would have helped him in his later years, when he would have to take a few eggs to the store, just to buy a fig of tobacco. I recall buying a fig for ten cents and meeting him on the road to give it to him. The joy that little fig gave him, I can recall after these many years! I am sure that today's young people do not appreciate the value of the Old Age 45