Fort Hughes :: J.E.Marriott

If you don't have funny stories about your first job, your life got off on the wrong foot...!

My first summer job was a guard at Fort Hughes, Oromocto, a tourist attraction that got 5 or 10 visitors a day.

So, five teenagers pretty much had a lot of time on their hands. Part of our job was to fire a fully functional 19th century cannon each night at six o'clock. Access to gunpowder, and a cannon aimed in the general direction of the Boat Club. Good thing we were responsible, haha.

Now, the picture on the right was either posed, or we actually threw the hostess into the river at the end of the day on a regular basis. There's six people that know the answer to that one, and I'm not talking.

At the end of the year, the senior guard (the guy second from the right) wrote a lengthy report about our summer antics to the boss, minus his role I'm sure. He's a lawyer now, defending clients. Good for you, Rick.

Needless to say, we weren't exactly welcome back the next summer. Well, they had to hire one of us in order to have an experienced guard on hand. After the other two guys turned down the offer, I was picked last, haha.

So, with my best friend's brother, and his good friend, I began my second summer job where I ultimately earned the title "Captain Blood". But that's another story...

...this page is about my FIRST summer job...

Andy Jones, Evelyn Clouston, Shelagh Bowers, Fred Mack, Bob Batson, Bob Saulnier, and anyone else who hung around "down by the river" in 74-75... where are you? Mike Power has reported in. I'm sure the Statute of Limitations is up on War Crimes.