INTERVIEWS
A Tribute to Bill Axtell
We had such fun the other night talking to Bill,
Told us about old Flin Flon, chatted with a will,
We are recording memories of the good old days,
And memories come flooding back in many ways.

Bill told us of the thirties and a pittance for pay,
Twelve hour shifts a whole week every single day,
Working as a night clerk at the old Flin Flon hotel,
We are sure he had many funny tales to tell.

Later working in the foundry told of the purest ore,
And how thick and smelly the dirty smoke did pour,
He remembered the leaves and grass turning brown
From the air, many were sick, made everyone frown.

Entertainment was the movies, two theatres in town,
Dancing twice a week and seeing many a pretty gown,
He knew about good foundations how water drains away,
Some good old fishing stories that blew the mind away.

What a treasure trove of information we have now,
We look forward to see other old timers, and how
They love to tell the stories of old days gone by,
We are sure some will remember with a happy sigh.

We will keep on finding treasure hidden in each mind,
And know we will be blessed as information we find,
Might be about the first doctor, losing a shoe in main street
In the muskeg, or grand parades that were a really good treat.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson July 9, 2002