Lady Tracilyn George

Stories My Dad Told Me

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My father came from a family of talkers – some exaggerate the details of their stories and some just completely make things up. Dad always wanted to put his stories down on paper but he was far too embarrassed by his spelling to do so. There were rumors he had put something in writing, but nothing was found after he had passed away.

In the years since his death, the thought in the back of my head was to write the tales he had told for as far back as I can remember. Most of the following are quick little anecdotes from my Dad or stories about my Dad. Some contributions are from family and friends.


My father’s mother came to Canada from Carluke, Scotland when she was 16 years old – in the hopes of becoming a teacher. She spoke only Gaelic and knew no one here. She never did become a school teacher but taught her children right from wrong without putting her hands on them.

Dad said when he was younger, the summers in Dartmouth were super hot and the water from the well was so cold, it would give you a headache.

One summer day, when my Dad was about twelve, his mother was on her knees, scrubbing the hardwood floors in the kitchen. He walked through the back door, dragging in dirt onto her newly cleaned floors.

Nanny had scolded him. He gave her a saucy response and sat down at the kitchen table.

She didn’t say a word. Nanny stood, took her bucket and dumped the dirty water into the sink. She then proceeded to pump fresh water into her bucket.

When she finished, she turned and threw the freezing cold water over my father’s head. Dad sat in shock.

Nanny pointed her finger, stating, “That’s for saucing me once. You do it again; you’re going to get worse.”

My father said he never gave her lip for the rest of his life.


My father’s first job was as a milkman. He worked with his brother, Harry, for the Woodlawn Dairy.

He often delivered to Conrad’s Store on Albro Lake Road where my mother worked. One day, he was asked to go to Conrad’s and ask for her.

When he went in, he asked, “Who’s Dollie Craig?”

Her response was, “I am. What’s it to ya?”

Dad wasn’t expecting her to be so abrupt and it took him by surprise. He said when they married; he should have knocked her out. I told him if he had, they would be holding his funeral that evening because mum would have killed him.


When my niece, Hanna, was younger, she spent a lot of time staying with my parents. She made things interesting at the house when she did. She always seemed to enjoy spending a few days with Nanny and Granddad George.

One night when she was about four – I was living in the Arctic at the time – she was visiting with them again. Hanna was playing with her toys while Mum and Dad were watching television.

My mother asked Dad to do something for her. Dad answered that he’ll do it once the next commercial came on.

Hanna turned and piped up, “GrandDad, you do as you’re told. You know Nanny’s the boss in this house.”

Dad said she was serious in her scolding and it took a lot for him to keep from laughing. Neither he nor Mum thought she was even paying attention to them so it came to a shock to them when she gave them her two cents worth.


As I had stated earlier, my father met my mother at Conrad’s Store. When they first start going out, they would attend to dances in North End Dartmouth every Friday night with a large group of friends.