Hockey Night in Canada Memories

Today after church I had the privilege of standing around with my Dad & Ellie K as they reminisced a bit about their memories of hockey night in Canada.  I wish I had a recorder actually – as I often do as I listen to these type of stories, but here’s a few highlights I remember.  I hope they don’t mind me publishing for the world to see!  If either one of them reads this – I beg their forgiveness for my grammar and writing skills, I’m sure there will be a few places they could make improvements, since they are hockey fans but also long time grammar/spelling/writing critics!

Ellie (and Eloise just happened to be there and toss in a few words which was great) was talking about gathering around the radio with his family when he was young – the radio was run by two “B” batteries and one “A” (I think that was it) – I forget what voltage he said.  It took a while for it to warm up.  The battery would run out every few weeks (again – I think it was weeks not months but not sure) so he and his brother Bordy would carry it into town to get it charged.  For the few weeks when it was getting charged there was no radio and no listening to Hockey!  The batteries would also run out in the spring usually, and new ones were not bought until the fall.  I’m not sure if that coincided with the hockey season, farmwork, or some other factor.

Imperial Oil was the sponsor for Hockey Night in Canada, and sold “3 Star” gasoline. Ellie figures this is where the Three Stars of the game came from (wikipedia says the same thing).  It sounded like the Three Stars were a lot bigger deal in years gone by than they are today.

Another significant fact was that the first period (and for a while the first and second) was broadcast from Toronto.  This was likely similar to the “TV blackouts” of today, or maybe because Imperial Oil only wanted to sponsor one period!

The broadcast was always from Toronto, the Leafs against one of the other five teams.  I did ask Ellie why he (and therefore many of his descendants) chose Toronto to cheer for.  It sounded like it was a bit because they were the default team, and the one they always heard about, and there was also a local connection as a number of Leaf players at the time came from SK.  One neat story from our family that my Grandma told once was that each of the boys, Grandpa and Grandma all picked a favorite team from the Original Six.  Grandma was always a Leafs fan, my Dad cheered for Detroit, Uncle Glen for the Bruins, Uncle John for the Canadiens – and I can’t remember who Grandpa and Uncle Dave chose.

One last thing – the hotstove started with a bunch of guys sitting around a hot stove discussing the league – and I got the impression they were a little more respected than the Hotstove of today.

Great stories – seems like the more history I hear from men or women like this, the more gaps in my story are filled in….  anyone else want to add some pieces to the puzzle?

Go Read this blog! Get a lawn!

The Close family is back blogging, it’s a good read.  Oh yeah, they started up a business, and they can help you with your eco-lawn as well.

Music by Northcote

Matt Goud has a new name and some new music here.  Great stuff.

A door for Jer

Since Jeremy was nice enough to post a Taylor Guitar link last week, I thought I’d return the favour, since he is one of the best Table Tennis players I know… here’s a door for you Jer – or maybe Wilf could install it somewhere at his house…

Summer

Last weekend celebrated the end of the school year up at Waskesiu with Barry at his hotel.  If you want a great holiday spot, phone up Barry and book a room.  It’s a great little town in the National Park and was fairly quiet last weekend for us which was nice.  It reminded me of Clear Lake(Wasagaming?) in Riding Mountain National Park, which has always been one of my favourite spots.  Did you know Grey Owl was really an Englishman?  Right – I didn’t know who Grey Owl was either until last weekend.

We are enjoying nice summer weather here, the garden has started to grow, flowers are blooming, and a couple of blades of new grass (out of a couple bags of seed) have even come up for me.   Tara and the boys are off to Red Deer this weekend for about a week.  A couple of weeks and we will head down to Regina to meet the McMillan missionaries as they arrive home from India.  We’re all looking forward to that.

Help him out.

Over at Pam’s blog she’s telling the story of Raja – a 10 year old friend of Andrew’s in India who needs surgery on his arm. 

Father’s salary = 1000 rupees/month (23.67$ Canadian)

Surgery = 25000 rupees (591.78$)

So all the guy has to do is pay his whole salary for the next 2 years and he’ll be out of debt…

My mom also sent out an email today, give me a shout if you’d like more info and could help this kid out.

 

Mr. Peterson

Mr. Peterson died yesterday.  He was a great man.  I mean that.  I could probably have called him Roger – but that didn’t seem quite right, he was one of those guys I wanted to call Mr. out of respect, cause he had earned mine.  He was my principal mainly I guess, by the time I got to WCC for high school he had been there for decades – he kept trying to retire and they kept convincing him to stay on for a bit longer.  I’m glad he did.  His grandson Blair has a great tribute to him here.   I’m sure his grandkids were most special to Mr. Peterson, but he made me believe he thought I was pretty special too.  He was a servant – I don’t remember him talking to much theology/religion type stuff – he probably did, but mostly I remember him serving, having a great sense of humour, loving and living well with his wife, and having time for me.  He also has a heck of a legacy through his family – so many who have been good friends and mentors to me, and who I’ll be thinking of this week as they grieve.

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