From 1948, to the 1960's, our towerman was Tom McBride. Mary, his wife, was of native origin and although she spoke little or no English and Tom never spoke Cree, they never had a communication problem. Whenever Mary wanted to go to the South End of Dore she would come to our cabin, knock on the door and say, "You take me my house Dore Lake", and away we would go. Many pleasant evenings were spent listening to Tom's stories, about his arrival in Canada, from Ireland and his life in the North. One day Del Joncas went to visit Tom and Mary. As he entered the cabin he said, "Gee Mary it smells good in here, what are you cooking, chicken?"
"No", replied Mary, "Whoo, Whoo! (owl)"
Jeep needed to go to town over the muddy road.
Bombardier for winter fishing.