Stewart MacDonald, M.D.

morning. When I got home at noon time he had disman- tled all the old flue, letting the bricks fall through to the cellar. He started to lay the first brick down cellar af- ter dinner and was out the roof early in the evening. He liked the bricks to settle before he topped off the part out the roof the next day. He used to use three hod carriers in New York.

When the bricklayer left the job when Canadian East- ern Woodworkers were building the houses, my brother- in-law, Elmer Livingstone, said that he knew of a man who could help. At that time the company was paying the former bricklayer $30.00 per house, a job which took three days. Monty took the contract at $30.00 a house but to the surprise of the owners he was able to finish three houses a day. That was a lot of pay in the days of Depression.

Monty built a small store and a new barn when he returned home from New York. Hector and I used to call around and take him along to the dances in Iona. Monty used to get a great kick at Joe Kelly jumping on the dance floor.

One night my car ran short of gas going to the dance. Monty and Hector walked to Mary McCabe’s store, but she had no gas. Then they called into the McCloskey home and they drained the old stationary engine and they arrived down with a bucket of gas and a bucket of beer. On the way home we got storekeeper, Chester Martin, out of bed, and Monty insisted in paying for the full tank. When I tried to pay for it, he said, “What is a tank of gas? I lost $20,000 in one night when the stock crash occurred in 1929.”

No doubt Monty will long be remembered for his easy manner in meeting people, especially by the few “old timers” who still remain in Little Sands.

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