Dan MacPherson " W " "V" "Then I was going to school "Big Rory MacLeod " % f\ I owned the farm which his grandson, Dan Mac- w w Pherson, later owned. Rory who was married to a close cousin of my grandfather, came from Dundas and bought the farm from a Beaton . Rory became blind, as I knew him, in his later years. He had a daughter Christy. We children used to plant potatoes at Dan's. He had long rows, and we used to dread the long wait until Christy called us home to dinner, which would be af¬ ter 12 o'clock and 5 o'clock for supper. This was a far cry from 11 and 4 o'clock, which were the usual meal times at home. Of course school noon hour time was at 12 o'clock. Christy married John MacPherson , a son of my fa¬ ther's uncle, who moved with his family to Denver, Col¬ orado, when John was in his teens. I guess it was the wandering home spirit that brought him back to farm in PEL He was a very strong man and worked long hours to improve the farm, gathering thousands of cartloads of seaweed, as there was a great cove for catching this "God-given fertilizer." He worked even through the rain, in clearing the stumps off the field. I can remember him stumping that large field across from the cemetery. He had a loud voice. I recall one of the neighbours telling of him calling from the shore, a long ways from the house, saying, "Bring me down my lunch and a monkey 49