Smith & Ferguson

named Smith, who had a daughter who seemed to be

very short (Sophie). In her final years she stayed at Willie MacDonald’s. He got the farm and used to crop it as well as cut wood from the back. From what I remem- ber, I heard my father say that when they were young, at Halloween they used to get turnips and throw them at the house, knowing that he would have something to eat.

His farm was above the road. Below the road when I went to school lived Kenneth Ferguson (George’s uncle, Murray River). He had only 13 acres of land, but he kept it like a garden. He kept cows, a horse and some sheep. I just remember‘him as we called him the “egg man.” He would call at the houses in a covered wagon and gather the eggs. I don’t think they would be more than 10 cents a dozen.

When I was about 7, a severe flu plague visited the world, and they say it killed more than the war (World War I). It seemed to kill strong, healthy people. They would be working, doing the barn work in the morning and be dead at night. Kenny Ferguson was a big strong man who died suddenly, to the horror of the neighbours. It is hoped that we will never get such a plague again.

Years after, when I was interning, my sister Irene, aged 29 years, lived in Dartmouth. She became ill and

I can tell you very little about the next farmer, a man

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