I stayed in Scouting and became a Cubmaster, a Scoutmaster and Provincial Commissioner . In 1949,1 had the privilege of being Troop Leader on the First Canadian Jamboree, which was held in Ottawa. There were about 2,200 participants from across Canada . It was my first long trip away from home and I was surprised to see gray soil. I thought every province had red soil. The other surprise was to find out how hot it could be during the day, and then so cold at night. This upcoming July 2001, the Jamboree will be held on the Island, and we are organizing a reunion of the 1949 troop, just as we did the last two times the Jamboree was held here. This time there will be 14,000 participants. One of the most interesting events during my Scouting days was the overnight hike that Abe and I went on as a requirement for our First Class Badge. We knew we would be away for at least twenty-four hours, would have to cook three meals, sleep outdoors and be prepared for any type of-weather. The only problem was that we did not know where we were going. Our Scoutmaster, Harry Pineau , gave us several numbered envelopes, which we had to open one at a time and follow the instructions. By nightfall, we were at York Point where we put up our tent and cooked our supper. We did not get much sleep that night because there was a strange noise that seemed to be almost on top of us. We were too scared to get up to find out what it was, but we found out the next morning that the noise came from the horses in the next field. On our way back home the next day, while walking on the Trans , a hearse stopped and the driver asked if we wanted a drive. Abe replied, "No thanks, we're not dead yet". The store was a popular place for students attending Prince of Wales College (now Holland College) to take a break. Part of the attraction was my 20-year-old sister, Yvonne, who was working full-time at the store. Students would come over wearing their white lab coats, which made them look like doctors. This impressed me and I wanted to some day do the same. My parents really enjoyed the students and took an interest in their progress. My father was such a hit with them, that one year they included his picture in one of the yearbooks, which they dedicated to him. At that time, students either went to Prince of Wales College for grades 11 and 12 and the first 2 years of university, or to University for grades 10,11, and 12 followed by 4 years of university. My brother Joe and several of his friends from Queen Square School decided to go to St. Dunstan's , primarily to avoid writing the provincial exams which were required by Prince of 32