When we came home, it was a mess in my living room and kitchen and all they had rifled through my jewelry box. – Margaret Dillon

“I used to go hunting in New Brunswick. That’s what I’d take, eight gallons with me.” – Bill Gallian

“There was the local bootleggers at the end of Peake’s Road. And after church on Sundays, that’s where we went.” – Anne Marie Clarkin

“Every second, third home would be a speakeasy or bootlegger here.” – David Hayden

“He just stopped dead in his tracks. ‘Cause he could smell rum. And he had no idea where was the rum coming from.” Dutch Thompson, Charlottetown, PEI