It was the time of'World War II. I took a radio operator's course in Toronto. Upon graduation, I was hired on the spot and shipped to the middle of Quebec to Chibougamau at the weather station there. Most of the weather information was for use by the Ferry Command in transporting planes overseas. Chibougamau, Indian name for "two waters meeting", was a remote location, served by float planes in the summer and skis in the winter. There were periods when no traveling was possible and we hoped that nothing would go wrong. Most of the supplies were originally brought in by freighter canoes. Indians were our neighbours. My sister, Midge, was 15 years younger. She remembers tracing her foot as a pattern and sending it to me. The Indians would make her beautiful moccasins that I would send back to her. I had a cook reputed to have been a head chef at the Chateau Frontenac, Quebec City. The cook was a little miffed by the good quality and taste of one of my Mother's Christmas cakes that she sent to us. Once, I spotted a plane in distress, in the sky overhead. By radio communication, I was able to give appropriate compass directions to enable the plane to head for Montreal. Another time while there, my radio tuned into a German sub conversation coming from the St. Lawrence River. I was finally transferred to Montreal, only to be recalled to the post when a bad explosion killed the replacement operator.