In 1952 Dorothy Geraldine married Sanford Lewis Redden (1868) , son of Harry Osborne Redden & 753. Lena Meredith Lantz. Born on 2 Oct 1921 in New Ross, Lunenburg Co., Nova Scotia, Canada. Sanford Lewis died in Falmouth, Hants Co., Nova Scotia, Canada, on 29 Jan 2011; he was 89.68 Buried on 4 Feb 2011 in New Ross, Lunenburg Co., Nova Scotia, Canada.68

Sanford Redden served overseas during Second World War as a machine-gunner in 1st Infantry Division, West Nova Scotia Regiment, and was in England, North Africa, Italy, France, Belgium, the Netherlands and Germany. He remembered landing back in Nova Scotia on his 24th birthday, 2 October 1945, as his “best birthday present ever”. He married in 1952 and with his new wife Dorothy Lantz moved to Winnipeg where he got a job at National Cartage, a trucking company contracted to Canadian National Railway. In 1959 they decided to return to Nova Scotia with their daughter and settled in his home village of New Ross, where he set up an auto repair shop and salvage yard operation. Later he ran a three-ton truck, hauling fill and gravel to many cabin-owners in the area. He also restored several antique vehicles, including a 1935 two-ton Ford truck, a 1948 Mercury pick-up and a 1952 Ford three-ton truck, with a gravel box and heist, in which he installed a 350 Chevy engine for more power. He always chuckled over an incident when he was driving that truck out over the Magazine Hill in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia and a tractor-trailer tried to pass him; he put the pedal to the metal and that old truck shot off like a scalded cat. He was an amateur road engineer and built a number of roads throughout the trees on his property, circling the pond he called “Pig Lake”, many of which he paved with recycled asphalt and a home-made ride-on roller. He also was very proud of a 1928 Model A Ford which he purchased in excellent restored condition, always willing to take visitors for a ride around his property. At the side of the garage one could always find a junk pile of metal and wood, his source of supplies for his folk-art Paul Bunyan-sized tools—various claw hammers and axes, including one double-bitted axe with a 22” span almost too heavy to lift, peaveys, drawknives, a 30' fishing rod (for smelts), his “garden devils” (little metal cat-like creatures), and a shotgun, whose barrel was made from the driveshaft of a Ford pickup. He also welded sweet-sounding oxbells from galvanized steel and painted them brass color—many were sold to tourists passing through as well as locals. He was the man to come to when someone needed a small welding job or an obscure car part; if the automobile was pre-1975, he had an encyclopedic knowledge of what alternative parts would fit, and if he didn't have them he'd have a good idea who did. He could recognize with just a glance the year, make and model of an old vehicle sticking its nose out from behind a barn. He also was known as a water-diviner, and would often be called upon by people in surrounding communities to find a well. Any old forked stick would do; it didn't have to be fancy, and he could always tell how far down to dig. His daughter remembers seeing him walk around the basement of the house he was building, and finding a well in the corner that turned out to be spring-fed and never went dry, and that was his first attempt!68