Winter finds us, but no senior hockey

My daughter, Sara, phoned from Sioux City, Iowa on the morning before the snow reached here—the same day Winnipeg also gained the six-inch cover. And then the next day, daughter, Carolyn, warned me not to face the dangerous streets here.
But, hey, this is my homeland and I refuse to be intimidated.
My confidence was justified by my Dial-a-Ride driver, Verlin, who took every slippery corner with all the skill of a stunt pilot!
I brought my own tricks along, using my pet skid-free cane with the prongs for biting into ice and accepted offers to open doors. Altogether, I enjoyed an adventurous morning among some kind people who also enjoy our town even on its bad days!
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I believe it was Penticton, B.C. “V’s” we hosted in our new 1952 rink before we went on to win the Allan Cup over Stratford, Ont. here.
Penticton won that Canadian championship two years later, then proceeded to claim the World Cup in Russia two years after that—an opportunity not extended to our Fort Frances Canadians!
So the other day, when senior hockey is no longer alive here, CBC honoured Penticton in a feature program while all the glory our own Canadians received came nowhere near an invitation to visit Europe.
That could have kept our old team going like the “V’s” today.
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Everyone tells me how important the “Lifeline” system can be fore anyone living alone. So I’ve stated wearing the button to be pressed to summon help if necessary.
Again, I give daughter, Carolyn, credit for arranging this, along with 150 other benefits for me!
Craig Sigurdson, a local Legion steward, tells about a local woman saving her life at home that way!
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Evelyn Metke delivered Meals on Wheels to me one day with her wonderful smile and I learned later from a coffee chum, Dave Marsh, that her father was Jack Gray, the former local bank manager and first manager of our present arena.
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I call him “Nutty,” my little morning friend the squirrel who sits with me while I await Dial-a-Ride. He’s usually carrying a crust of toast, happily munching and wondering if I want some, too!
But yesterday I could see he seemed nervous after a huge raven flapped noisily into a nearby spruce—maybe keeping an eye on Nutty’s breakfast also.
There were no deer in sight again, and Nutty probably was happy that all the neighbourhood bears have gone into hibernation.
For Aspen House, where I live now, may as well sit in a game park with so much wildlife always in view.
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The Second World War years were not always dreadful times, I can remember, and my own experiences while in training contained considerable laughter.
I was fortunate to meet a popular Lakehead lad in Art (Red) Olson, who shared my room during a radio course in Winnipeg before we spent a year practising Japanese code reception in Kingston, Ont.
Red had a great sense of humour. One of his songs I had never head before:
“Sam, you made the pants too long!”
“You made the coat and vest the very best!
“But Sam, you made the pants too long!”
With Red, it was always anything for a laugh. I’m sorry to say we lost touch soon after the war ended.
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Another election soon? Get ready with your requests as good Canadians aware this could be your biggest and best chance to ‘”feather your nest”—as all the best politicians expect from you while using your friendship to further their own ambitions.
For politics is a great business if it doesn’t cost more than it returns, and many Canadians have prospered.
But where have all our well-known local politicians flown? What chances would unknowns here have against any of the Reids or Bill Noden, who was a popular provincial member.

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