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

was the mailman, said, “I know that birch tree, we will

l make it O.I(.”

‘ Another time I was stuck in a mud hole in Cherry Valley, and I said “It would be better for Smith, the MLA, to put shale in this hole, rather than to his house.” The next day I went to the office door, and who was there but Mr. Smith who said, “I paid for the shale to my house.”

I said, ”It is a poor MLA who cannot get some favours.” We became good friends through the years, and I got the chance later on, to run against him in an election in the Belfast Region, but I refused the invitation, not because we agreed in politics.

I travelled miles on the country roads, and I recall one day I drove 200 miles to see four patients, twice to the very ends of my practice area. Another time I had a single visit to Wood Islands, and was in 17 homes before I arrived home. They all knew the jeep and kept passing me along.

Mrs. Gillis ran the telephone office, and she always seemed to know where I was, and saved me many miles of travel. She seemed to read my mind, as one time I was driving home from the Prince Edward Island Hospital and when I got to Millview, I suddenly thought that I should drive several miles further to Vernon River to see a patient. When I got there, there was a phone call from Mrs. Gillis, directing me to a home in Lake Verde.

By the time I started practice in Eldon, Dr.

Harold Stewart seemed to have educated women to have their babies in the hospital. I made many fast trips to Charlottetown and sat around for hours for the good event to occur, but it was one of the great events to sign a birth certificate, instead of a death certificate. Distance had not meant much. The only delivery I missed was when I was in the Court House in Charlottetown, and had told the nurse to give me lots of time. She called and I rushed out to the

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