was going back to Boughton Island and simply walked across the ice on a bee line for home. Her father was understandably very upset at the dangers involved and the concern her employer would have. He drove her back to Burnt Point the next morning across the ice. This time Beulah traveled by horse and sleigh.

Beulah’s brother Donald composed this piece in honor of her eightieth birthday.

I left home to work at 14 years old

The work won’t be hard, that’s what i was told But a big dairy farm with 20 cows

And I still take the shivers when I think of it now. From washing milk bottles and pulling cows tits I have arthritis now in both of my wrists.

Then a big move to Charlottetown and then to T0 Why i spent 50 years there I will never know.

Life there was successful as everyone knows

But like thousands of others was longing for home So back to the fresh air and the smell of the sea Where I speak to everyone and they speak to me.

One’s mind wanders back to when we were young

The old Christmas-tree- concerts and the songs that we sung

Recitations and dialogues, there was something for all And my recitation was “My Crippled Doll"

I know some of the words but I don’t know it all

And some days | feel like I’m the doll.

So I’m happy and cosy and here I will stay

Where they mean it when they tell you “Have a good day" So Happy Birthday, Dear Beulah, and love from us all And perhaps you can make a new dress for that doll.

Joseph (Josie) Walker had just finished shingling his roof when my wife and I called to see him in July 2004. He had a young fellow to

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