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with Jergens hand lotion. Needless to say, the resulting biscuits had an extremely strong off—taste, but the batch was well received by the flock of crows in the front yard! Our mother got out of bed and took over the kitchen to produce another batch.

Because our father was a lobster fisherman, we ate lobster morning, noon, and night during May and June. The fishermen received twenty-five or thirty cents per pound for their catches in the forties and fifties. It was cheaper to feed the family on undersized lobster than it was to buy bologna or chicken haddie. Getting the contraband safely ashore was always a challenge. Fisheries officers Roy Clow, Peter Sinclair, and Foch MacDonald were constantly on patrol to prevent illegal landing of undersized