My dear friend Alfie was born in 1909. He remembered the first car in town ... the honey wagon that used to empty the outhouses at night ... he took violin lessons 1400 feet underground in the mine. He could put a vivid picture in your mind of what life was like 100 years ago. As a young boy he used to go up to the mine on Saturdays and collect the powder boxes for kindling ... his dad was in charge of the powder and would put them aside for him. One day the skip tender asked him what he was doing.