A. Stewart MacDonald D.F.C., MD. C..M. 
     
    
   
   
    
     asking for a match. The outlaw invited him to his home in 
     
     Chicago, but father thought that would be going too far. 
     
    

    
     When my father left the North in 1908 he went 
     
     and bought a farm, the next one to where he was brought 
     
     up. The farm once belonged to John Campbell, who was 
     
     married to my father’s aunt. His only remembrance of John 
     
     Campbell is one of the biggest gravestones in the Little 
     
     Sands graveyard, which he erected for his son, who was 
     
     drowned in the English Channel in a storm. 
     
    

    
     Campbell sold his farm to Donald Nicholson, who 
     
     sold the farm to my father, who worked very hard to raise 
     
     eight children. He usually got up at 4:00 am, fed the horses 
     
     and went to the shore looking for seaweed. Sometimes 
     
     they would get up to 500 loads for fertilizer. 
     
    

    
     To compensate for pasture land, the young cattle 
     
     and sheep were put in common pastures and would arrive 
     
     back in the fall, always in very good shape. The farm, 
     
     which is mostly wooded today, was good land which 
     
     extended at least a mile from the shore, one field beyond 
     
     Bear Creek. We always had milk, butter, meat and potatoes 
     
     for the winter. 
     
    

    
     When times were fairly good, in 1926 he decided 
     
     to return to his carpenter trade and worked in Alberta 
     
     building the Banff Hotel, and on the Connaught tunnel, at 
     
     that time the longest double tunnel in the world. 
     
    

    
     The farm was never as good again. He wrote a 
     
     letter to my mother every day. I was only 14 years old and 
     
     learned what hard work farm work could be. One time 
     
     in the spring there was a letter from the Post Office in 
     
     Hopefield that there was a parcel to be picked up. I took 
     
     the horse and sleigh and went to pick it up. When I got 
     
     there, I found that the parcel contained a gold watch and 
     
     chain. I almost walked home on air. Apparently a smart 
     
     aleck used to tease him about his age, so my father put up 
     
    
   
   
    
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