Stewart MacDonald, M.D.

Line Road and he wanted to buy Dan’s fine looking horse. “Gods,” says he, “I would like to buy that horse." “Gods,” said 1, “Money could not buy him.” “Gods,” said he, “I'll give you $200 for him.” “Gods," says I, “I guess I’ll sell him.”

Dan used to laugh about him and Johnnie Currie taking Fred MacRae to Falconwood Mental Hospital. All three were big able men. When they arrived, after driv— ing 40 miles or so in the sleigh, the hospital attendant asked, “Which one of you men are staying?”

Dan had a good shore and was able to upgrade his farm with seaweed. He bought, I would say, one of the new Model A Ford trucks. I think at that time it was $700, but he did not drive it very much and sold it later to a Mr. Wheeler. He bought a ticket on an old, worn out Ford Model T, got it for 57 cents and sold it for $1.00 to his nephew who ran the mail at that time. This was the first car I ever had a drive in.

Dan often had a hired man to help with the farm work, something few at that time could afford. He did not go out much. I never saw him at church or at any people’s gathering, although he liked to visit my home and sit around the kitchen with the other farmers, and tell stories, especially about horses.

As an old man he was putting sills under the barn and he said, ”The next time, I am going to creosote sills.” He finally sold the farm to Charles Stewart, and moved to Murray River. Charlie was a navy man and a former teacher. To my surprise, he made a very good farmer along with working on the Wood Islands ferry.

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