side. The other half was a living room, family/dining room and a kitchen. Between the living quarters and the store, there was a door on the side, which is no longer there, that led upstairs. The second floor had five large rooms, three were used as bedrooms and the other two were used for storage. The third floor was partly finished, but never used. I called it the haunted area and would never go up there at night. For as long as I can remember, we had mice in the house. They were so plentiful that we could hear them between the walls. We were so accustomed to them that it did not bother us. However, we did eventually get a cat, and I think it kept them in check. When I had nothing better to do, I would go up to the third floor and place mouse traps under the floorboards. I was sure to trap a few. As you can imagine, the cat became an important part of the family. In the living room, we had several beautiful, large stuffed birds, which were brought from Quebec . I used to take the birds and pretend they were alive and try to scare the cat. One morning I came down the stairs into the living room to find that all of the birds had been torn apart. Apparently, the cat crept up on the birds during the night and destroyed them. On the east side of our original store on were the Walkers and later the MacLeods. I remember the Walker children, Mary and Johnny. Johnny would come home once a year to visit his mother. He was always well dressed and sported a new car. We would tease him about always having a new car because of his Johnny Walker business. The reality was he was a golfer and worked at various golf courses across . When I asked him how often he bought a new car, his reply was, "Whenever they tell me I need new tires, I trade my car." In the next house, a duplex, were the Wattons and the Steeles. Ralph Watton and Edward Steele were very close friends of mine. Eddy's mother died when Garnet was born and he spent a lot of his time at our house. He was a picky eater but he loved Mom's plum jam. None of us cared for the jam but she insisted on making some every year for him. He was ordained a priest in 1952 and was a very popular pastor in several parishes throughout the province. His brother Bert Steele , was a successful hockey player throughout the Maritime Provinces. Our basement was the old clay type with Island sandstone serving as the foundation. It was hardly deep enough to stand up straight, very damp and full of cobwebs. Yet it was amazing how much stock my dad would buy and store in that basement. I am sure that he lost track of many of the items he bought. I recall once, when a customer 20