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Kekee Saulnier

 

It was the next day, all the doctors come and congratulating me; I got embarrassed. I said, “Anybody can do that.” They said, “There’s not everybody can do that.”

I had kinda brought a kid back to life, she took a cardiac arrest. The technician was holding her head up, and the kid turned blue. I said, “Gimme a hold of the kid, she’s not breathing!” So, I put her on the x-ray table, and started to give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. By that time, the emergency team and radiologist come in. One of the technicians said, “I’ll take over.” Radiologist said, “Leave him alone, he’s doing great.” By then, the kid had survived. When I looked at those big blue eyes come to…

I liked working at the Children’s Hospital in Montreal. We were classified as orderlies, but we were really assistant technicians. I used to go up, get the kids from the wards, and hold them on the x-ray table.

I grew up in Rustico. There was nothing around here in the 1930s, hardly any houses, no cars. We were all delivered by midwife, pretty much. The wharf was shanties on sticks, with poles running out like a stage. They used to haul the boats up with horses, take the engines out, and turn them upside down. We’d be playing hide and seek, trying to get a girl in there.

In those days, we never seen anything all winter long. To see a plow, or something like that, was big time. The only thing we used to see was a man coming with the horse delivering milk, if he could get through. He’d drop your two quarts of milk or whatever at the door. I used to go outside and grab the milk. You got all that cream on the top; it was frozen but it tasted some good, I tell you.

When I was sixteen, I went away up to Goose Bay, Labrador. They were building a big airbase. I was the youngest, and was working in the post office, and the Hudson Bay Company, as a clerk. There was nothing up there, just tents. Would see the Eskimos coming in there, they couldn’t speak the English at all. They’d come, point their finger at what they wanted in the showcase, and start laughing. Chewing twists, and spitting on the floor, and the old women with pipes. They had their own village; near the campsite that I stayed at. It was in 1952, I think.

After that I was in Montreal for twenty-five years, then my dad wasn’t feeling well, an Mom wasn’t feeling all that good; couldn’t take care of the place. I figured maybe I’d go home, and started fishing. Oh it was fun, I like fishing.

I don’t fish any more, but I spend a lot of time at the wharf. We all get along good together, all the fishermen. We have a great time down here in the wintertime, chatting, telling stories and telling lies. 

Kekee Saulnier

Prince Edward Island, 2010

 

 

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