Vol. 38, No. 2

“In the spring of 1943, Mother was offered a job at the Cartwright hospital, which she readily accepted. Summer or winter, rain or shine, she would walk across the frozen harbour or around the shore to get to work. This she did three days a week. She usually got home around three o’clock, depending on the amount of snow on the harbour. Then she would cook supper and do all the other household chores. After supper…” – John O. Heard, “Hard Work and Good Neighbours”

“When I was first going hunting, one morning in October—I can’t tell you the date—I got up in the morning and there was snow on the ground. I told my mother I was going hunting. She said, “Alfred, you can’t go hunting. You’re eleven year old…” – Alfred Winters, “Never Told Her the Difference”

“It seems to me that he always worked the hard way, and I could never understand why. For instance, the other men all had dog teams to help make their work easier. He just used a komatik to haul wood and whatever he needed using a rope over his back, which must have been very hard work. Again, most people had motor boats, while he just used a dory and rowed wherever he needed to go…” – Dora Hudson, “A Grandmother’s Journal”