A. Slcuim’t MacDonald D.F.C., M.D. C..M. 
     
    
   
   
    
     course. As the course was not to start for a week, I was told 
     
     that I could take a tinsmith course for that time. I pretty 
     
     well had the shop to myself, as the class was on the long 
     
     Christmas break. I was on my own, and I made a couple of 
     
     buckets that we used for years. I made a few bake pans and 
     
     matchbook holders and other small knickknacks. 
     
    

    
     At the end of the week, our course really got started 
     
     in Trenton. We stayed at a house where we were given 
     
     greasy eggs and bacon, so I and a Cape Bretonner moved 
     
     to a house in New Glasgow. We got our breakfast at a small 
     
     restaurant and got a big lunch to take with us. We used to 
     
     catch the jitney which ran from New Glasgow to Trenton. 
     
    

    
     One morning with my alarm too close to the bed, I 
     
     closed it off and fell back to sleep, and to my horror I heard 
     
     the jitney blowing at the station. I quickly got up and ran 
     
     down and jumped aboard the moving train. We boarded 
     
     with a couple of old ladies in Temperance Street. 
     
    

    
     The course had several teachers - one I remember 
     
     well was the math teacher, who was a brother of Robert 
     
     Stanfield. He was an engineer and a very pleasant fellow. 
     
     He was telling me that when he graduated as an engineer 
     
     there was no work to be had, so he went to his father, the 
     
     head of Stanfield’s Unshrinkables in Truro and asked for a 
     
     job. His father said he was willing to give him a job, but that 
     
     he would have to let go a man with seven children to feed, 
     
     and left it up to him. He said he and another friend went 
     
     to shove] coal at the pithead in Glace Bay. Some years later 
     
     I was walking along the street in Toronto and I heard, ”Hi 
     
     Mac” from the other side of the street. Who was it but my 
     
     old instructor from Trenton who came across the street and 
     
     had a chat. By that time he was a rich man, owning a plastic 
     
     plant. 
     
    

    
     Most of our fitting was done by a file, and a file 
     
     made in the form of a scraper which we got case hardened 
     
    
   
   
    
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