Just like en, just like en my son. Raw bonded my son, just like his father Edgar. Edgar House fished with
me the first year that we sold live lobsters. That was the year we started to send live lobster to Boston. Before that
we used to pack them in one pound tin cans.
Edgar was just like the ox my son. Strong as the devil. Pull, my son, he could
pull on that rope, just like it was nothing.
And now bye, he could sing too. I remember one time when we came ashore, Edgar went up to the camp to boil
the kettle. We waited and waited for Edgar to sing out to say that the kettle was boiled. But there was no answer, so one
of us had to go up to see what happened. The kettle was on boiling hes heart out and Edgar was in the bunk with hes hand under
hes head and singing to the top of his voice.
Sure, Ron is just like en. But I guess Ron cant sing very good no more than meself. Anyway, he looks strong and something like an Indian, especially on that snap of Ron and Calvin
by that moose on the Western Hills. Some people says that the Paynes had Indian Blood in them. They
are descendents from old Moses Young, from Eskimo Point on the Labrador. Rons grandmother was a Payne,
Uncle Mikes sister.
Now, She died (Gertrude Caines) the same year that you wose
teaching in Daniels Hr. (1956-57). Now boy,that was a cold winter. The
glass went down to -40. Something like the winter that poor old aggie fell in the well. That wose
the year she cooked for Herb and them, the year they sawed into the Big Mesh.