If it was anything for my baby I would struggle hard to buy it.  I want to take my baby out but he was a

little too heavy to carry so I bought a carriage. We had no furniture in the living room and almost every night I would run him around the room. I got tired but he seemed to enjoy it. 

  In my young days I thought it was a woman's job to push the baby carriage and if I saw a man doing it I would call him a sissy.  When I had a baby of my own I changed my views. When we were out I pushed the carriage and didn't give a darn who saw me.

 I had the Telegram brought to the house every night and I became interested in an article written by Dr. Frank McCoy. Then the Telegram advertised his book and I bought it. 

 Early in 1927 my sister Rose and her husband arrived in Toronto; Jessie and I were there to meet them. They did not stay in Toronto, they moved on to Hamilton. Later in same year my father and mother  and Agnes came and they went to Hamilton. They lived at Rosie's place.

I was having a hard struggle but I thought I would be getting more wage in a while and then we would be able to get along better. 

The chief draftsman at the Taylors was nothing like Hodgson of the Beaver Truck and I found it difficult to  get  along  with him.  He wasn't a nice person and I spoke to him very little. I got along fine with the men in the shop and I know they liked me much better than they liked him. In fact I didn't know anybody in the shop that did like him. They suspected him of something he used to do and asked me if they were right. I would tell them they were not far wrong.

At the end of every business year a salesman convention was held and Bedal, the chief draftsman, would make a sign on his drawing board and put it up for all salesmen to see. It gave a record of the sales of each man. This year he asked me to make it but I had to make it just like he made it. I suppose he wanted everyone to think that he made it. He wanted me to print just like he printed. I explained to him that printing was like handwriting and two people could not print the same way but I had to do it his way and so we quarreled. He told the boss some kind of story and I got my notice. I had been with them about a year.  17$ dollars was not much but we managed on it. Now I was cut off, what was I going to do? Jobs were hard to get and I might be out of work months.

 I must say that it was Jessie that gave me the idea of going around the streets looking for watch, clock and phonograph repairs and that is what I did. One day a week I would go snow shoveling and the rest of the week I would go knocking on doors for repair work. This is when I started working day and night. 

I would tramp around the streets all day long and maybe get one or two watches and a clock, sometimes a phonograph to repair and then come home and work till the early hours of the morning to get these jobs done. The sooner I took them back the sooner I would get some money and then I would be able to hunt for more jobs. Some days I would get nothing. It was only an existence but some how we got through.

 One night a little kitten came to the door and I took it in. I couldn't spare much milk but I fed him the best way I could and it grew up to be a nice cat. Although it was a she cat I called it Mickey. Mickey became a great pal of mine. Every night I would sit in my easy chair to read and Mickey would be right beside me on the arm of my chair.

 I realized that all my people were in Hamilton and I was only existing in Toronto. If I was in Hamilton I could see my father and mother often and I could not be any worse off than I was in Toronto, so I talked it over with Jessie and we decided to move to Hamilton. I had little furniture but I could not afford to buy any more, so we packed up and I had the furniture taken to Hamilton and I did not forget my cat. We had no house to go into so Rosie let us have a room. 

It was a while we were living in this room that our second baby was born. I could not afford to pay for a doctor and a hospital so our baby was born in the General Hospital. The baby was born February 17 1928 and it was another boy. I wanted  to call him Hugh but his mother wanted to call him Granvile.  I knew then that her instructions as a Catholic didn't amount to much. I made her understand that parents couldn't give their children just any name; all babies must have Christian names. She still wanted to have something to say about his name. I gave her a list of names and she fixed on Kevin, so we christened him Hugh Kevin. 

 Our new baby was only a few weeks old when he became ill with Bronchitis. With the help of a small electric stove I kept water boiling in which I put Friers Balsam. The fumes that came off the pan of water helped his breathing and gradually he got better.