When I was a child in Yarmouth, NS in the late 1940's and early 1950's, there was a Mi'kmaq (Mic Mac) man Mr. Bartlett who used to sell us wooden clothes poles and wicker baskets. I cannot remember his first name, but what I do remember is that he was a man of great dignity and humility who impressed me as a young child. We had a cocker spaniel named Betsy who for some reason took a dislike to this man and always ran to him and tried to bite him. We usually stopped her in time, but I know there were a few times when she took a few bites. I remember once that we had to bandage a wound on his leg or arm that was bleeding. As much as I loved my dog Betsy, I never forgave her for this. In any case, he always continued his way to our back door with his baskets and clothes poles (I still use some of them 50 years later). My mother always asked him to come in, and fed him a hot meal. She always told me that everyone should be treated the same, that we are all human beings. I have not forgotten this message. Unfortunately, many people have never understood this message.
I believe his name might have been Robert or James Bartlett, but I cannot be sure of this. He was not a young man in the 1950's but he was not really old either, so perhaps he was born in the 1890's or around 1900. He was probably around age 45-55 in the early 1950's.
Perhaps he was a son of James and Mary Rose, born sometimes around 1900-1910. I think an enquiry to the Acadian First Nation Band in Yarmouth (tel: 902-742-0257; FAX 902-742-8854) might clarify his lineage.
Until I read this forum, I had forgotten about Mr. Bartlett. I am glad that this fond memory of him has been brought back to my recollection.