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

many supplementary exams, he finally got his Grade XII, went to St. Francis Xavier, and with the help of that partly trained priest, he finally got his degree after many repeats. No pressure was put on by his father, who was a big shot in government. I picked up the Halifax paper years after, and who was the Mayor of quite a large j town in Ontario but the former student with the low IQ’s but with great sticktoitiveness and a pleasing personality. After spending the winter in Windsor, the school moved to Pictou, where I stayed teaching for over a year. We were married when the school closed in Windsor on July I“, 1946, and got a house in Victory Heights, a prefab area in Pictou on the hill overlooking the town. There was quite a steep hill to the main part of the town. One night one of our neighbours who was also teaching, was walking home, saw two fellows pushing a car down the hill, and he helped them only to find, when he got home, that it was his own car he was pushing, after it had been stolen.

The move suited me as I was always able to see the Pictou lights from Little Sands and I had visited Pictou before I even was to Charlottetown. I set the teaching schedule each month and I always arranged to have Friday afternoon off as well as Monday till noon, which meant that I was able to slip home to Little Sands on weekends, as it cost very little to cross on the ferry at Wood Islands. I don’t think I ever met one of the 21 teachers after I left the school - one became a professor (Dr. Beck) in Dalhousie, and another a lawyer in Winnipeg, and several of them were former officers in the armed service.

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