What fascinated me most as a child was what was known as “undertow” At that time the channel in the Bay was deep and heavy winds produced an undertow that sent heavy spray high into the air all across the bar. it was fearfully beautiful to me. Of course, my dear Dad explained that there was nothing to fear. History says that in the beginning the Island was connected to the mainland, but fishermen on the North side begged government of the day to dredge a channel so that they would not have to sail all around the area to

reaCh the f'Sh'ng grounds. MurielAIlen with Mrs. Dan King

Over the years the Sand Caurtesy, Martha (King) Kinm’ar Penciled an bark - "Graiidfather'sfield ofOuts,

erOded away for mOSt Of MurielandMuther."-1918

the mile across the Bay.

Then, in my day, the plea to the Government was to build a bridge across the channel and “brush” both sides to build an access to the mainland. Fishermen could still get through, but Islanders would be able to drive, or walk, across to Launching and would not have to use a boat to make the trip each time, but Government refused to cooperate. However, nature took over and has practically rebuilt the original passage, as we see today. My last visit to Boughton Island was in 1963. We had my two young grandsons, (Eileen’s boys) with us at the time and I could not believe the change that had taken place.

In those twelve years or so, the bar had reached out almost halfway across the bay. At low tide we were able to walk all the way across, barely to the children’s knees in the channel.

My special joy as a child was learning to swim in the lovely, sandy shore water—no rocks on which to stub toes. Then going to the fields to pick wild strawberries, or to the

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