A. Stewart MacDonald D.F.C., M.D. C..M.

gas and some change back. When that car wore out, I got a 1939 Dodge.

At the time I was working at Comptons, the area was a very successful village with a large mill, and a very successful farming operation with a large herd of Holsteins. One of the best cooks I ever met - he used to show off by taking a piece of bread and squeezing it tight, let it go and the bread took its original shape. The only other time I saw this was when we took a trip to Newfoundland in 1966, and called to visit my wife’s cousin in Sydney. When we were leaving, her husband gave us a loaf. We ate half and placed the other half in the back of the car. The suitcase fell on it and flattened it to about one inch thick. When the weight was removed, the next day, the original shape of the loaf returned.

At the time I worked at Comptons, they had religion in which one worked for all, and all for one. We were the democratic outsiders. They all seemed a happy crowd. We used to go to the shore in the evenings for a swim. One night I walked home with one of the girls, and I was taken into the office the next day and given a warning, but I could not keep my big mouth shut. I did not stay much longer, but went home to help my father with the hay.

Things and times change, when many years later, after the company had dissolved, I treated the man, who had found fault with me years before, and I assisted in a surgical operation on him. His daughter, who was a little girl when I was working there, remembered me, and she wrote to me when I was in England and kept me posted with news at home.

When I returned from Overseas, we were going to a dance and were one girl short and the boys said, ”Let’s go to Comptons and pick up one of the girls to go to the

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