Charlottetown. We were nervous crossing the Hillsborough River’s old railroad bridge. The train track ran the length of the bridge’s center, and the wooden planks were loose and rattled as the car drove over them. There was a drawbridge in the centre, and, from- time-to-time, traffic was held up as a ship passed under the bridge. It was dangerously narrow, especially if you met a large truck.

One of the first stops we made on arrival in the city was at Woolworth’s lunch counter. A favorite snack was a tuna club sandwich, a serving of French fries, and a glass of coke followed by a chocolate tulip sundae, or Woolworth’s delicious strawberry Shortcake. We always managed to have saved up a quarter for the photo booth at the front of