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     cross the road some few yards from the house, the horse 
     
     went down and the last I saw of him only his ears were 
     
     showing. The snowplow operators got sorry for me and 
     
     met me and carried my doctor’s bag. I then proceeded to 
     
     another call in Vernon. 
     
    

    
     The roads were a sea of mud in the spring and fall, 
     
    
   
   
    
     . before they froze or dried up. The Trans Canada Highway 
     
    
   
   
    
     was not yet started, and when they started to build it, 
     
     conditions became worse. I remember when my small girl 
     
     had to have her appendix removed, I had the jeep in low 
     
     gear at times, and there was very little forward movement 
     
     through the mud. I was about the only one that was able 
     
     to make it through the mud at Vernon when they were 
     
     making the causeway. The other cars had to go around 
     
     by Kinross. I had a jeep with four wheel drive. One time 
     
     I was stuck in Point Prim Road and it was the first time I 
     
     had decided to leave my rubbers at home that spring. It 
     
     took two tractors to get me through the ”lake,” which was 
     
     especially ironic as it was at the Minister of Highway’s 
     
     gate. There were certain almost impossible areas along 
     
     the highways, one of which was at Pinette - poor Angus 
     
     MacGowan must have been tired of pulling me out with 
     
     his tractor. 
     
    

    
     There were men in each district who were always 
     
     ready to help, such as Jim Rooney, who got me out of a 
     
     snowbank many times. He even hitched up his tractor 
     
     to take me to see a sick patient. Herbie Worth, who was 
     
     always helping in Eldon, travelled miles with me to help 
     
     me on wintry roads. Warren Buchanan, the garage man 
     
     who had a garage next door to us, kept my car in shape. 
     
     He often got in the car with me to help out on wintry 
     
     roads. I would come out of a house after seeing a patient, 
     
     and Warren would have the hood of the car up, tuning the 
     
     engine. One Friday evening the snowplow driven by Pat 
     
    
   
   
    
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