A Newfoundland fishing village similar to
the ones where Leonard taught school.

                                                            Leonard Baird

    I was born in Long Pond, Newfoundland, which was one of the villages that make up the town of Conception
    Bay South. The village was named for the nearby lake. I had two brothers and one sister. It was an area of
    small farms. My father was a butcher, and had his own slaughterhouse next to our house. He raised some
    animals, but bought most from cattle auctions. You had to have a license to have a slaughterhouse then,
    but there was little or no regulation on them. I’d help out around the place, especially during summer
    vacation.

    Our kitchen was our one room that had heat. The stove burned both wood and coal. Our water had to be
    brought in from the well in buckets. On cold mornings, I’d use a knife to break the ice on the top. To do the
    laundry, my mother had to heat the water on the stove and wash the clothes using a scrub board. She
    baked all our bread. For better or worse, we had lots of meat. There was no refrigeration, so when my father
    had meat that hadn’t sold, my mother would cook it for us. It was during the Depression, but we were lucky.
    We always had enough and didn’t need government assistance.

    There weren’t any organized sports then, in or out of school. In the winter some of us would clear an area on
    the pond and have a game of hockey. For Christmas, we’d get a few presents, usually including clothes,
    such as sweaters, socks and mittens, and a toy or two.

    Very few people in Canada drank coffee back then. Tea was the drink that was the choice of most people.
    Actually, I wasn’t really Canadian. Newfoundland was a British dominion, separate from Canada in those
    days. I came here in 1948. Newfoundland became part of Canada in 1949. I became an American citizen in
    1962.

    In 1940, many of the men were going off to war, and that included many of the teachers. To make up for the
    shortage, there was a special program by which you could go to college for one year and do a little teacher
    training to become a teacher. I went into the program and became a teacher for seven years. I taught in
    various small fishing villages. The schools were generally first through eleventh grade and I taught all
    grades. I taught in one, two and three-room schools. The first year I taught all grades in a one-room first
    through eighth school. After that I taught the upper grades. I’d board with a family in the village. The first year
    I earned twenty-four dollars a month. Twelve dollars went for room and board. The villages were quite
    isolated and there was no transportation available.

    The schools in the villages were all church schools. Most villages had an Anglican, and Catholic and a
    Salvation Army school. Some also had a Methodist school. I taught in Anglican schools. The minister, who
    was usually the chairman of the school board would be in charge of and travel to many villages. As a
    teacher in the church’s school, I was an assistant to the minister. Since he couldn’t get to all of the churches
    each Sunday, the teacher would conduct the church service. We just followed the regular procedure as the
    minister would, but we couldn’t write our own sermons. We’d preach from a book of sermons. There would
    be a morning and an evening service each Sunday.

    I came to Hopedale in 1948. I was sponsored by Ben Dawe, who was my great-uncle. I lived with the Dawes
    for a short while and then moved in to the Brae Burn Inn. It was run by the Caron’s, Hilda Hammond’s
    parents. Bob (Zeke) Hammond wasn’t married to Hilda then, but he had most of his meals at the Brae Burn.
    I lived on the third floor for a while, and then got a nicer room on the second floor of the Brae Burn Annex,
    across the street, where the post office is now.

    Room and board at the Brae Burn was fourteen dollars a week. I was surprised they could do it for that little.
    The Carons and some hired help made the meals, although they bought the desserts from a bakery. One of
    my favorites was the Boston cream pie. Tony Perry lived there for a while. In addition to Zeke, some other
    people who didn’t live there would get their meals there now and then. Leland Whiting and his son, Dexter,
    would usually have Sunday dinner at the Brae Burn. Twenty meals a week were served there. We were on
    our own for Sunday night supper.

    I was a member of the Masons, as was Donald Miller of Prospect Street. One night in 1950, Donald took me
    to an event at the Congregational Church in Milford and introduced me to Helen Gaskill. Shortly after, Helen
    and I started dating. On a typical date, I’d take the bus to Milford and we’d go to a movie at the State Theater
    and then to the Brass Rail for spaghetti and meatballs. We were married in 1952. Our wedding rings were
    made by Scottie Davie, who lived and had his place of business at the corner of Freedom and Oak streets.
    We lived in Milford for about a year. I worked at Draper Corporation. I was on the shuttle job for a while and
    then moved to payroll at the Main Office. Cliff Smith, who was in payroll also, told me about a house on
    Inman Street that was available. I put in for it and was very fortunate to get it. About a year later, Drapers sold
    the houses. The couple on the other side had been there longer than us, so they could have bought it if they
    wanted it. They didn’t, so we bought it.

    In my first years in payroll, workers were paid in cash. The Brinks truck would come in for the figures on
    Wednesdays. On Fridays, they’d return with the envelopes filled with each employee’s pay. There’d always
    be police around when they delivered the cash. Once there was an attempted robbery. I don’t remember
    much about it, because I was away at the time. After that, they started paying by check.

    In 1967, Drapers was taken over by Rockwell. As things changed over the years, I eventually became the
    head of the Billing Department. In 1976, the department was moved to the Draper plant in Spartanburg,
    South Carolina. We moved to Spartanburg, and I set up the department there and trained the new people. In
    1981, the department was moved to Greensboro, North Carolina, so we moved there.

    The Spartanburg plant was closed in 1982, and Rockwell sold it to a group that included the president of the
    Draper Division and other executives. They named their company Draper Corporation. Greensboro was
    where the main office and the shipping department were. The foundry and the sales department were in
    Spartanburg. Rockwell also sold their Beebe River, New Hampshire operation and the shuttle plant in
    Marion, South Carolina. About a year later they let some of us go. The new Draper Corporation lasted until
    the early nineties

    We found a big difference between life in Spartanburg and in Greensboro. We preferred Greensboro and
    considered staying there. When we left Hopedale in 1976, we didn’t sell our house. Our daughter stayed
    here. In 1988, we decided to move back. Some others who had sold their Hopedale homes found they
    couldn’t afford to move back.

    In 1991, we started going to Clearwater, Florida for the winter. We enjoyed that and continued doing it up
    until 1999 when my wife got sick. She passed away in 2010. We had been married for fifty-eight years. Our
    marriage was blessed by three children, and I have four grandchildren and one great—grandchild. I've been
    here on Inman Street since 1953, and now I’m the oldest resident of the street.   Interview with Leonard
    Baird, April 2011

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   A QSL card showing a somewhat similar scene.