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I REMEMBER By Jim Bell The Old Brunswick Hotel Standing In front of the big window and looking into what used: to be the old hotel, pic- tures started to flash across my memory: Some of them were hu- morous, some ridiculous, some interesting and some sad. I can | see Pat Connors sitting outside on the step, half asleep in the sun. Pat never worked except when he went to Barryfield camp for the two weeks training | with the soldiers, Big Jack Hill, ‘| a colowred man, + ing his mouth with the back of | his hand, T can hear the elick of comes out, wip- and louder ones from the bar, The picture changes. It is lime for the buses to leave for the station to meet the mail train, Burleigh’s comes first with Yeoman’s right behind him. ‘Two. commercial travellers come out. Henry Hicks, the pro- prietor follows them and shakes their hands effusively, They both get into Burleigh’s bus. The drivers whip up their horses .| $0 handy to course, the buses do not handle the trunks. John Prater looks after that, Then my thoughts turn to the winter time, The old Brunswick was for a number of years: the winter home of most of the elete of Colborne. You would wonder why when they all had beautiful homes of their own. The explan- ation is simple. It. was much cheaper to close up their homes and live at the Bronswick. ‘It, cost money to heat-a big heute in the winter-and there was m insulation In those days. Phere was another attractive feature. There were always enough there to make up a few tal ag bridge, euchre or a little if your inclination ran that way. if some of the Old timers could look in on the Brunswick now, they wouldn't recognize the place and if they walked in- side they would be almost amazed, The comfortably fur- nished spacious lobby, — always well kept. I do not know just how many nice comfortable apartments there are, heated and with all conveniences and shopping and to most of the churches, Mr. Pearce