John A. Turnbull ~ July 1890 - January 1975*

"I have recollections of taking the old horse down to the bush after we came from school and snaking up a tree to cut up to burn that night.  One night we had nothing but a pile of pine logs on the woodpile and they were soggy and wet.  However, we cut a few blocks off them and split and carried them in.  We went to bed with all our clothes on that night."

*My maternal grandfather ~ lbwalker