The other day my sister dropped off an old photo album belonging to my father, It brought back old memories from yesteryear, as a kid i remember a time just before the age of steam was gone, on the old original Booth line, The steamer coming up the grade from Depot Harbour, with the smoke billowing out the smoke stack on a winter morning,.Of at time before television wasn, t in homes just radio, s and of the old house in the picture owned by an old blind gentleman that come over on weekends and played his fiddle till the wee hours of the morning, Seeing the old telephone poles filled with insulators that Bell Canada has long removed, and hiking down the tracks in the spring time with my brother and are 22 rifles, shooting muskats for a little fur money, God only know, s now of all the nice colored no embossing 143,s that we had target practice with. All the area is now growing up/my days as a kid and working on this and other lines are just a memory of Days Gone By