One time Albert and Gerald had a contract with Bowaters to shoot wood down into the water, and it was a difficult job. It couldn’t be done in the winter time because of the ice. So it required the dry time of the year to be done safely. It was down near Little Rapids, close to Little Rapids Farm, near a place called the Maples. The logs needed to be shot down over a steep cliff, a dangerous long cliff.
The Finlay men had a Clydesdale, a grey horse named Major, who weighed 1800 pounds. As they were walking along the top of the cliff, Major slipped and went over the cliff, and the two brothers thought the poor horse was killed.
Gerald scratched his head for a moment and then looked at Albert with a sorrowful demeanor. He thought for a moment and then he said, “I can just imagine the Gerald S. Doyle newscast tomorrow morning. Clydesdale horse named Major falls to his death near the Maples. Left to mourn two St. Shotts‘ brothers, Gerald and Albert Finlay!” They had a chuckle together, as Uncle Gerald has always had a way of seeing the humour in most situations.
Later the two brothers walked down towards Corner Brook and met the horse coming up the shore, with his rig still attached, not a hair out of place!
This story was related to me by Pat Whelan during our last telephone conversation. Pat was a good friend of the two brothers, and spoke at Albert’s wake. My Uncle Gerald and his wife Lillian are still alive and kicking, living in Victoria, BC. I’m sure he’s still finding the humour in all that life throws his way.