My grandfather, owning a car in it’s early years, was a popular man. He got the job of driving the bishop from parish to parish on his visits from the diocese of Pembroke. That was quite an honor then. What got to be more of a windfall, was driving the members of parliament around. When a contract for ditch digging or road building or gravel hauling came up, he was the one to get it. Everyday, his fancy-harnessed team of horses, Nora and Maud, plodded their way from Bonfield to Callander, grading and levelling the main road that then lead to Ottawa. Some neighbor’s complained that Old Artibise was getting a preferential treatment.
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