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be filled to the brim. A typical summer day would be: wake in the morning, eat as quickly as you could, hop on the horse (bare back) and head down through that field to the shore (which seemed like miles, but really wasn't) to swim for the entire day. Sometimes our mom would take lunch to us at the beach. Then at day’s end, we would hop onto that grey mare, wet bathing suit and all and head for home. Usually, for two weeks during the summer we went to Red Cross swimming lessons, which were held in the Provincial Park. I remember going to John Donald’s store in the evening, to get a treat, which would be a pop and maybe a bag of chips, sometimes having a bon—fire and a Wiener roast at the shore, and saving money all winter and summer to go to the “Charlottetown Exhibition" (highlight of the summer). Ifyou got to go twice you hit thejackpot.— Laurie Bowers

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3‘ Memories of participating in “Living Dangerous Week". This was a week where members ofthe Women’s Institute came up with this great idea to fight the “winter blues". Rules were: One person would leave their house and pick up several others in the neighborhood; they would then land at someone’s house for tea. You had no notice ofwhen you were being picked up to go visit or having visitors arrive. One had to go as you were, ifin your P.J.'s, no matter, offyou went. We had so much fun and laughs during that week. It proved to be a great way to ensure your house was tidy, cookies were on hand, and you didn't get ready for bed too early. — Laurie Bowers

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