After I came home from Yorkton and my bride to be, I helped my Dad who ran the New Lowell General Store. Dad and I became partners in the business. My share of the partnership was paid by building the cold storage locker-room and cold-storage boxes used to keep frozen goods. At that time, you see, very few people, well, no one, had freezers. They just weren’t available. So they had to do something different. They rented my locker boxes from the Duff store. (Jack Lockhart and I built them). We had to keep a list of these locker boxes because we only built so many and the boxes were quite popular.
The cold storage room itself was a large room that housed two conventional freezers. I had gone down to Oakville with one of Don Duff’s trucks to pick up the freezing units.
The boxes were made out of wood and lined with insulation came from Portugal in sheets. We had to cut the sheets to fit the box. The cork came from cork trees.
Everyone had their own lock and key for their box and the cold storage too. The lock was needed to cut down on the vandalism. People stole each others’ food on occassion.
We also butchered and wrapped quarters of beef. Not only did we well the meat, we also sold the hides. We made $10.00 per hide – there must have been worth about a dollar per pound. The hides, we took to Barrie to Hayden’s.
My Dad, George Duff was also the Post Master for New Lowell and operated the post office out of the General Store. His job was to sell stamps and send parcels. He quite a stamp collection as he had been saving the stamps from the letter I sent him from overseas.
Business at that time was good. I was still patiently, well sort of patiently, waiting for Paula to graduate.