In a long letter addressed to the president of the Historical Society of the village, dated 15 June 1978, Mr. Wilfred d’Entremont, son of the late Jacques à Marc d’Entremont that lived in the United States since 1920, reminisces about his days in Pubnico. Mr. d’Entremont writes:
I remember the first time I travelled in a car. The event was caused by the need to have a tooth removed at Doctor Barton’s. (He had the only car in the region). I remember our old church being demolished the same year I started attending school.
I remember Magite à Paul worked making blankets.
I remember the mothers made all the clothing for the household.
I remember when the sails of ships became used and fragile, the women would take them and cut them to the size of the floor. They would then give it a good coat of paint, making a great linoleum.
Left to right: Gervais Armand d’Entremont; Louis Boniface d’Entremont; Eléonice Elizabeth d’Entremont.During those times people enjoyed playing jokes in the village but did not, however, break the property of others.
I particularly remember Armand’s old white horse. One day the poor animal lost its “taste for hay” (i.e. died) and in the afternoon we dragged its carcass into the neighbouring yard with the intention of disposing of it the following day. A few strapping young men of the neighbourhood caught wind of this and went to find the dead horse that night and positioned it back on its legs. They waited until the cold froze the horse upright, then they dragged it in front of the barn. The next morning when Mrs. d’Entremont (Léonice) was about her morning chores, she believed she was seeing an apparition. She immediately shouted to her husband, “Armand, Armand come quickly! Your horse has risen from the dead and it’s at the door of the barn waiting to get inside!”.
Suffice it to say that the humour was lost on them when they found out.