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3’.” Like‘ whiny other communities. 1 1”the Centennial spirit has sparked the residents of Doxsees to recall 'their past. For that community. a senior resident. Mrs. Emily Moore. did “the honors. reviewing former days in Doxse’es by writing it in rhyme. ; She calls it “Memories of Church. j'Hotne.r School and Neighborhood Activities 60 Years Age." and it . ”goes as follows: “‘As I sit in my chair by the win dow. looking out across the _ way. My lmemory takes me back to a “' long ago Sabbath Day. I see the preacher in the little Ibrick Church on the corner. Lil‘he choir. and seated on a round. . I wind-up plush stool ",Miss Susan (Doxsee) by oil lamp. playing the organ. And Miss Margaret (Musgrove) " teaching a class in Sunday School. {I‘here we learned Bible verses. .‘I‘I hymns and sacred songs. The love of God and right from i} wrong. rm: n a spring wagon or team on a sleigh. by a lantern's light. n ._,. . church to meet on a Sunday night “And under‘the long wooden shed. .. the horses stood While we all 'met for worship in that little country church near .. ”gig Swamp Wood." fwll’n .sprmg as I sit in class by an open window. there comes on gentle breeze ' I “1 Sweet perfume of purple lilacs and ' ._ blossoming apple trees. “II.“ summer after meetin . walking . ' ‘with Dad and Motl r after i 1 dark .‘IIIWe'd try to catch the fireflies with “I ti y glowing spark. 1n fitummour anniversary was “L: Ich a my to me When we gathered to give thanks ,to God. the church filled to I capacity. . The anniversary chicken pic sup per. tables laden. what a spread! Served With every goody in the ,.D_oxsee wagon house or under the long wooden shed. he Christmas concert. now wasn't xi _.that spmething? . ,Pramlsing for drills. dialogues. re citatlons and carols to sing. The Christmas tree trimmed with eatstsurs. Candy canes and ~v popcorn strings. .u‘liere was a young people's lea .. gue. Every Wednesday that congi'Egat'ion met to pray. Antlmonce a month the Women‘s ssionary Socict . . loadies'. Aid. y also the A ig‘fyears ago those two Sl'l’llim i l." ., i. w. ..l:.. ' tied and a United (“with a . men's group was made. Now. there is talk of that Boxsee dhurch closing. so-f‘ew attend u I, Wyice on Sabbatlt' D‘ay. who It be In our marl rush of M .moci‘ern living. we have just ”in rot-got to pray? Mow T'vc related church activities ..., in the da‘ of yesteryear "to! Dexsees ("hunch on the corner. it which has reached almost too in years. ‘ ,.:So as I sit here dreaming. memory '5" get»: my heart ngl‘ow - For how much to God and that ill. I, tip brick church is the debt of m. “. life owe. Andw o‘ ot help but wonder what .r. . 0 - Kturs of over yours ‘ . lore .. of Canada's iten , Memories Of ,DOxsee’s :WhoIe families went to that little- niAsJ still'sit here dreaming. in the twilight‘s purple glow. Down memory lane comes stream 2' ' ing. still other memories of u long ago. . I see again the home ol‘ my childrj hood and a little one room| country school. l Nestling there among the \vildwnnd l. I where we learned the goldcin . rule. I Yes. and in that little red school 5 house we learned geography; history and the three R’s. Memory work. drawing. spelling. and also to parse. ' At noon. the boys played baseball or hockey: girls skated or ‘ would slide. ' «While others on homemade sleds. ' down the steep hill did ride. Then there was “keely over fox and geese" or “prisoner‘s . goal" to play. 1 Marbles, hopscoteh. skipping and ‘ “the old woman from Botw , any Bay." l ‘1 In fancy I travel that woodlandi i trail with my chums as in days i, of yore. - Under leaves by the fence with the l zig-zag rail. pick hepaticas fort iteacher once more. i . In winter. on ex sled. home to go. i . . with merry shouts throughout 1 "drifting snow. j 0r after a butterfly jump and run i' I as I journey home through I 3 summer sun, l Now in lighter vein a few more 'lines I write in crazy rhyme . of other every-day happenings of a ' that long ago time. i I, l. One day Ray stood inrthe corner; for throwing spitballs at the‘ girls. . And I for an holir with my hands' on my head. for pulling Hes: sie‘s curls. ‘ i wonder if Fred remembers that winter morning of 30 degrees below, -Around the old box stove we sati crowded on benches. a warm- ing fingers and toes. ()ur bottles of ink were frozen and ‘ drinking water in the pail. Also the wash cloth that hung by the door on the nail. i We forgot to pull the cork. when we set the ink on the stove to. thaw. Soon there was a loud report. we all sat with open jaw. That ink was on the ceiling and splattered on the floor. You never saw a bunch of kids t so spotted up before. I don't know.what the other girls‘ moms said. on arriving home after four. « But mine sure said plenty; I had. on a white pihafore. l The day. for a dare. brother Will. ate skunk onions. Ewart staid his breath would smell like rose perfume. , That awful skunk garlic smell! Teacher sent him from the room. l And the time when I let out a yell . when rising quickly to my feet t ’I‘o‘ find the boy behind me. had ‘ tied my pigtails to the seat. Could i go back to my dear old 1 home when hepaticos were in bloom. - Down that woodland trail once a. gain to roam or sit in the lite I tlc school room. ; Or gather hickory. butternuts and beech nuts. while our voices shout with glee. ..' Em. maple sugar candy while mak; ing cat-stairs of colored paper to trim the Christmas tree. J .Illitt year its going now , his my in closing that llitlr brick church door. ‘3- t lo the field. eat long white ear of corn. sweet milk dripping from my chin. Munch snow or russet apples. pop corn popped on the iron stove in Mom's longbread tin. We went to parties. house dances. ho,\ socials too. box filled with sandwiches. cake and berry tarts. ' ‘ l sWedge nl‘ your best beau's favorite ‘ pic and cookies shaped like hearts. ' While the boxes were being auc» tinned. you waited eagerly until _\’our best beau bid the highest; it . gave you quite a “thrill” Then as you sat shyly eating to- gether. he praised your box' of cooking , Or gave your hand a tlny squeeze ‘ when the old folks were not looking. .. ‘ Pot luck suppers; pie Socials. quilt- ing or corn-husking bees.‘ :We had very little money. but still had fun. you seem ._ ' .‘Yuur beau didn‘t have a fancy . to drive both near'a‘nd, far. iBut his bay horse on . sleigh or i buggy looked just as good-to 3 me . ’ i As we drove in winter : a silent picture or lantern slid- car- es to see. . . . _ . lAlld' it only cost a nickle:._'you§ i could hold hands those days_ i too. - l But in either buggy or cutter. now ' i I'm telling you. "l‘he thing/that I liked best of all. there was only room for two i’l‘hen there was the highlight. big event of the year. When we came to Picton for the ‘ .then one-day county fair.‘ The first thing inside the'gate. you l -heard a barker yel’l “Step right up lads and give your ‘ girls a treat. ‘To a loaf of bread, a pound of; meat. with all the mustard you i can eat." ‘an. but we sure had lots of fuit. antjng brown sugar tafl'y a man ‘ . pulled On a pole: ‘With the bread and meat spread with mustard while standing in the sun. We‘d try eating apples hanging from a string. iA treaclc roll also while it was on .‘ the swing. ” 4 - 1While you tried this hanky panky . you might get into a rather sticky mess. . So best beau would give you, his 1 white hanky to tuck in the front of your dress. Perhaps if you were lucky trying some other thing. You‘d carry home a kewple doll. teddy bear or Signet ring. Box of sweets. gingham dog a: a tiny locket. ‘And a tin type picture of your beau hidden in your pocket. There was even a merry go round for children on that big day long ago. Propelled by en pushing and pulâ€" . ling a big ever to and Pro. After viewing exhibits in Crystal palace. cattle. sheep. flowm's in vases. Vegetables. poultry. pigs. rain or summer.. . we didn‘t have much money. 3 We'd go home tired but happy afv ter the big day. . In memoryvl'm back in my dear i old home‘and walking that . woodland trail. ' _. .I wander across the hills. get a‘ letter in the morning mail From the country post office. Gilvi berts Mills. i ‘I see againme mother's face as‘ she smiled down at me . When in her outstretched hand I‘ place. a letter from her home. aeross the sea. , . As I sit by my window dreamingy here I add these last two lines; In memory I‘ve travelled over 60 years. which I've tried to telli in rhyme. and corn and of oours the? horse races. Fruits. sewing. baking, quilts. rugso what a display! In