He liked to serve as a Reeve. Today they get paid for all their meetings and everything. In those days they got 10 or 20 dollars a year. He was a clever man. He'd stand on his feet, but he was not a man that would run anybody down.
Nobody is perfect.
He was on the council 27 years in all, maybe more, and he was nominated for the County Warden twice, and he declined each time. In the fall if people were sick or didn't have work, my parents took them a bag of flour and a bag of sugar and salt and tea and coffee - the main things. And some meat unless they had their own pigs or cows. They would make sure that the people had to last the winter through. It was called Relief in those days, and it was the only help.