File: quinnmerlin-oh-stoppingwork_M.mp3
Speakers:
MQ – Merlin Quinn
MQ: Somebody might come in with a fiddle if they ever did. My father loved the fiddle. So if anybody ever came in that could play fiddle, it just stopped everything right off. That was the end of the work, we all went in, stopped there as long as they'd play. Didn't make no difference if it was the middle of the day or what. And we'd stay and listen to the fiddle. John A. Macdonald & Company would send the truck over: potatoes. I remember the driver could play the fiddle - Come up and we'd start to load the potatoes. We put the load on I guess. But then nothin'd do but he'd come in. And we had a fiddle at that time. It had strings on it. So he'd play, and there'd generally be somebody around that could perhaps play a tune or two, too, and so it passed around. Oh, the fiddle'd come out first thing. Perhaps the teapot would go down. Maybe a cup of tea. But, uh, as long as they wanted to play, there was no hurry to get back to work when they stopped. My father was a great worker, worked hard all the time, never stopped. But at the same time, if there was somebody come in with a fiddle, my father stopped everything right off, listened to the fiddle.