We came to North West River, Labrador in 1963, Bill as principal of the Yale School, and I taught grades 5 and 6. The school was built with money raised by Yale University students, who had heard of North West River through the Grenfell Mission and had come to help build it. Bill and I had both gone to schools in St. John’s which were run on the British system, as was Yale, because the Province had not yet joined Canada. So that made it very easy to fit into the system in place. What a pleasure to find a school in a small community that had been run in a way that we were used to. As winter came we discovered that we had two very good hockey teams, which Bill and some of the senior boys coached. They competed with Happy Valley and Robert Leckie school (the Canadian base school). We had a rink behind our school, which was very fortunate, but of course it had to be maintained. Shoveling the snow and clearing the rink was no problem. When that needed to be done, Bill would go to the different classrooms and ask the older children to bring back shovels after lunch, and they would clear the ice. But then, it had to be flooded. The teachers and older students took on this task, some of the fathers as well. Enter Cyril Michelin, father of hockey-playing sons, and very inventive and clever. He got a komatik, turned an empty drum on its side and attached it to the komatik. After poking holes in one end of the drum, he attached a tarp to it, and trailed the end of it so it touched the ice. The “zamboni” was dragged to the River and filled with water. The two ropes attached to the komatik were used to drag it around the rink. The Michelin zamboni was born. Our school and town teams did very well. We were a small community, but naturally very good at sports. Just getting our teams to Happy Valley-Goose Bay was an adventure. From North West River we sent everyone across the river by cable car because there was no bridge yet. Next, we met up with Sid Blake, or Harold Blake, who would taxi the team to the Goose River. When the Goose river was not frozen, there was always a boat moored at the river’s edge to take teams across. In winter, when it was frozen we drove across Goose river. There we were met by a school bus from Robert Leckie school, which took the team to the arena where the game was to be played. Then, of course, we would reverse the procedure to get home. I will add that the hockey teams needed uniforms, so, where to find the money? It was decided that when the redberries were ripe in the fall, the students would go to North West Point and pick the berries. The Hudson Bay store promised to buy some, as well as the local residents. Well, it was a tremendous success, and we had more than enough money to buy the uniforms. I am proud to say that we held our own, and won more often than not. Bill decided that we should have a “Hockey Night in Labrador”. Hank Schouse generously said he would sponsor it. It would be a dinner, there would be trophies, and fathers would accompany their sons. Some local fathers became “fathers for a night” to the boys from the Dorm. It was a great success.  I had been a physical education teacher before coming to Labrador and I enjoyed doing as many things with the children as I could without a gym. I decided that the women should not be left out. We formed a ladies’ broomball team, which played at night and had a wonderful time. One night, I even froze my nose, which prompted us all to knit nose warmers. The rink provided no end of fun and skating pleasure for our community. It was well used, well cared for and well enjoyed. This is just one of the wonderful memories of our time in North West River, Labrador.