Great Uncle Matthah (Matthew) stayed at Gramps's house in Moncton during the winter as he couldn't stay alone alone up country, or so the "story goes".

During prohibition withers, he was the local delivery man for shine that came from up country from our relatives. Good work in the winter. Gramps used to run a food distributor company. Wagons and sleds would haul fruits and veggies all over the countryside and not come back empty. Gramps never knew what was going on, of course. He emplyed Uncle Matthah to deliver small orders to homes and to stores.

One time, Uncle Matthah was hauling a toboggan past the police station. It was covered with a canvas tarp. A large Irish cop (most of the force were of Irish descent, as were our family) was standing at the top of the steps. He hollered, "What have ye got on the sled there, Paddy?!" Uncle Matthah stopped and scowled and hollered back, "Twenty-five gallons a hand brand alcohol ya big dumb Irish!" "Ahhh, keep movin ya crazy old bastard!" He did.