Mrs Lavoie's

 I wanted to go back to St. Lawrence HS, so I rented a room in a boarding house owned by Mrs. Lavoie (sp?)  and her husband on 705 Walton Street - she was a very good woman, sometimes cooked us food, and so old she remember the great Spanish Flu epidemic of 1918-1920 where people were dying throughout the world and the hospitals were overflowing with patients. Her husband, who didn't speak English that well, and I couldn't speak French at all, was a mill worker who used to love to play the piano but got rid of it when his hand became paralyzed. They had a big front parlour with the radio tuned to Radio-Canada and people from all around the world dropped in, mostly international students, but also a prospector who had worked up north. There was a Venezuelan named Adnobio (sp?) who died suddenly of appendicitis after I'd moved out.