Author: Bob Moss ISBN: 978-1-927538-00-5
JOEY (Joseph Roberts Smallwood) appears on the book cover as he was seen ‘in the political prime of life.’ It was the 1950′s and almost single-handed he had made Newfoundland, an island off northern North America, together with Labrador, a continental section across from it, a province of Canada. He would become its premier, the equivalent of governor in the U.S..
A deep thinker, no doubt, and an avid reader he had one of the best stocked private libraries in Canada. His passion was in researching history.
Born at a Newfoundland coastal village on Christmas Eve he would die Dec.17,1991.
A Liberal in politics and sporting his earmark, a bow tie, to show it, he seemed so informative as to shock news reporter and author Bob Moss in what he said of governing systems in both the U.S. and Canada.
A ‘product of great social change’ is how Bob Moss describes himself. He was born in the early 1930’s at a Newfoundland, Canada, a coastal village known as an outport and named Keels, Bonavista Bay, which was established as a community by 1681. He doesn’t have to repeat the story of the dirty thirties for it is well known.
Basically, food was scarce and formal education was a luxury. At the age of six weeks Bob was inflicted with a crippling disease which left him a misfit as far as engaging in commercial fishing which was the mainstay of the community. But relative tragedy is not always a total loss, for, because of it he was able to obtain certain amount of education, at least, which was considered fairly good education at the time.
Bob would move to a nearby outport named Summerville, where he obtained a high school education; following that he would attend college briefly in Newfoundland, and he then attended the school of graphic arts, Ryerson Institute of Technology, Toronto, with an interest in pursuing journalism.
He would spend 40 years in news reporting and the highlight was a three-year stint as a parliamentary correspondent at Ottawa.
Bob looks back at the latter by adding a light touch. At Keels, young sea gulls were looked upon as a game bird and would be hunted for meat to make soup. Gulls lived off fish from the sea then, not garbage dumps. So, on one occasion in Ottawa when Bob found himself at the parliamentary restaurant being wined and dined by a Newfoundland outport born federal cabinet minister, and while a waiter stood over the table with napkin on arm, Bob could not resist making use of the setting to sum up his life. As the menu was extended Bob inquired of the Minister whether he would prefer sea gull soup instead; “Don’t make me hungry,” he was chided.