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at the wheel in his father's studio. Although he operates his own gallery in Charlottetown-Michael Stanley Pottery-he lives close by with his young family. Michael says that the term "Dixon Roader" isn't about where you live. "Lots of people who don't actually live on the road proper identify themselves as Dixon Roaders. But they are part of this community. It's a way of identifying our lifestyle and lefty sensibilities." Pressed for a definition of a Dixon Roader, Michael comes up with the word "tough." After a pause, he adds: "It's a state of mind. It's someone who isn't living a conventional life. But if you have an active community living the same lifestyle-even if it means going against the grain-it can be very rewarding." Postscript: although the superintendent of the census back in 1871 noted that some residents in Lot 67 were unwilling to do the census, he concluded his report by saying that they were characterized by sobriety, perseverance and industry. Nonconformists to be sure, but none the worse for it. He dubbed his place "The Dunk" because the Dunk River—a stream, really-courses through his back yard. The name caught on, and that first big party morphed into "Funk The Dunk" a 12-hour marathon of live music that takes place annually on Victoria Day weekend. About 2,000 people attend- ed the event this past May. Hal also hosts about four house concerts a month; guest performers often include names like Don Ross, Morgan Davis, Holly McNarland and Catherine MacLellan (see "It's All Down Hilda From Here," opposite). But the affable host doesn't take credit for the commu- nity gatherings. "People like Phil Corsi, and artist Hilda Woolnough, who came here in the '60s-they deserve the credit for getting people together. I just picked up on what they started." Food and family activities In 1975, Malcolm Stanley was a young and ambitious potter from New Brunswick-a province that already had lots of well established potters-so the Island seemed more fertile. "Christine and I came here at the ripe old age of 20," Malcolm says. "She was a weaver." Hal Mills and singer-songwriter Catherine MacLellan enjoy coffee and conversation on the foot bridge over the Dunk River behind Hal's house on the Dixon Road. Left: Weaver Christine Stanley with one of her animals. Serendipity stepped in; they received an invitation to attend a party at Phil Corsi's and met lots of like-minded souls. Before long, they bought what Malcolm refers to as "a great big honkin' piece of land" on the Dixon Road. Thirty-seven years later, they are going strong as ever, own- ing Stanley Pottery on the Dixon Road; Christine also recently opened Ewe and Dye Weaving, in Victoria by the Sea. She recalls fond memories—like ringing in the New Year. "We trekked into the woods on skis and toboggans, built a big fire and cooked up a scoff. Even now, the tradition lives on; the Romboughs host the party at their place in the woods and we all bring our favourite foods." One winter, Catherine MacLellan suggested a pie-off. "About 40 pies came through the door," says Hal Mills, "and now it's a regular event that takes place the first weekend after the New Year. Everyone gets on a pie high." All the pies are homemade; they are judged in categories such as best sweet pie and best savoury pie. Food and family activities rate high on everyone's list. Skis and horseshoes are as common as potatoes. If you see someone on skis in the winter being pulled by an English Setter, it's Malcolm. He's skijoring, and trying not to get too beat up in the bushes. "We also play bocce everywhere," says Christine. "At the beach, in our back yards-most of us have bocce balls in the trunks of our cars. I think all this stuff is normal but when I tell this to people and see their reaction—maybe it's not so normal." Son Michael Stanley is also a potter, and is frequently found "It's All Down Hilda From Here" Pulling off an event like Funk The Dunk and the ongoing house concerts requires an army of volunteers. "We formed a formal group to help Hal," says singer-songwriter Catherine MacLellan. She heads up a society called Friends of The Dunk, which does everything from setting up fundraising events to renting sound systems. Catherine loves living on the Dixon Road; fellow singer-songwriters Allan Rankin and Lennie Gallant have also lived there. Lennie's band Speed the Plow often rehearsed and hung out in an outbuilding fondly referred to as The Ritz. Catherine's father, Gene MacLellan (of "Snowbird" fame), had lived close by, being part of the music scene. "There's this continuing story line in my life," Catherine says. "It's like one beautiful patchwork quilt and I'm so glad to be part of it." Years back, when rumours started about paving the road, Malcolm Stanley wrote "Clay Country Roads." Although everyone complained about the dust, mud and holes, there was great resistance to upgrading it. However the song that resonates most with the locals is Malcolm's com- position, "Soul of the Dixon Road"-it's not uncommon for people to shout out this refrain between verses: It's the heart of Hilda Woolnough The soul of Speed the Plow It's the hand of old Jake Gaudreau Come on-sing with me now Hilda Woolnough (1934-2007) had immigrated to Canada from England in 1957, moved to PEI in 1969, taught at the university, initiating a vibrant artistic community. One of the arts advocate's last projects, "Guantanamo," toured the world. Her son, filmmaker John Hopkins, returned to PEI in 1995 to care for his mother who by this time had cancer. The following year, to beat the winter blues, he and his mother hosted a toboggan party called It's All Down Hilda From Here. The winter parties continued, morphing into an annual Jack YO Filmmaker John Hopkins, who returned to PEI in 1995 to care for his mother, who had cancer. "Although Dixon Roaders have serious jobs and work hard, we've never lost our sense of play," he says. Daniels Fool Moon Toboggan Party-a cross between a masquerade and Mardi Gras. "We light up the whole hill with flaming torches, and have prizes for the funkiest custom sleds and costumes," John says. A local band revs up around 8pm. "The biggest challenge is to make it to the top of the hill with your tobog- gan... the reward is a hot shooter made of Phil Corsi's maple syrup, Italian espresso and a shot of Jack Daniels." The second challenge is to slide back down the hill. Chances of seeing Vikings, fish and sombreros whizzing by are good; someone wiping out at the bottom is guaranteed. At 5am it's still tough to find enough room to dance. "Mom loved to throw great parties. Although Dixon Roaders have serious jobs and work hard, we've never lost our sense of play." 30 SALTS CAPES NOVEMBER I DECEMBER 2012 NOVEMBER I DECEMBER 2012 SALTS CAPES 31