Misty

5 May
Misty dog story
 
I was in  grade 7 which sets us in the late 70’s. My school Agnew A Johnson in Thunder Bay Ontario was an open concept schools (which means not a classic  enclose classroom where there doors that separate them from the hallway). I could looks from my classroom vantage  and see the grade 4 class the grade 1 classes etcetera .
Our dog Misty was part Husky part German Shepard..and we suspect  part wolf.   Any time the doors of our House were opens to talk to somebody or someone going  out or coming in..she would bolt to the door and if she got free..once outside she would create havoc in the neighborhood- she was well known by our neighbors …She would run like a greyhounds up and down our street endlessly. She was known to run full blast with greyhound speed at a child a jump clear over the child and deftly snag there toughs and run greyhound away with her prize.
She was not a mean dog but a menace to be sure. When we all track out of the house in our weekday trek to schools on occasion Misty got out. She had only one weakness-bacon. So if she got out we brought bacon with  us to school. We wave the bacon like a matador do with the cape. Misty would run and leaps and try to snag the bacon on a fly by if you were lucky enough you could grabbed the collar and capture Misty and bring her home. On other occasions you couldn’t  get her and you had to get to school on time.
 
One time we couldn’t catch her..and then half way through the school day I hear commotion right in the primary section of school..Misty is running full blast in and out of classes  creating havoc in a open concept school..she is running toward the the grade 6-7 student  she have a sock in her mouth, one she procure from an unwitting child in the primary grades. I tell my friend Jeff I have a piece of bacon in my jacket from my previous attempt to catch Misty this morning. I tell Jeff when I wave the bacon ..Misty will try to preform a fly by, be ready when she landed. Misty is running full throttled at me I wave the bacon..too say the least its a bit of a speculate —  we have a captive audience of 100+ student , teachers, principals.janitor  etcetera. We preform the capture beautifully. Once captured Misty wants to holds her ground.. doesn’t be led home by her collar…I said I can pick up her front and tell Jeff to carry her back end..I look at the teacher  a say “can we lea..” he wave his hand  has if to say..”yes go…go..please”.
Jeff and I carry my beloved dog,(content look on Misty face).. a block to our home.. like the way in medieval European time the way they carry princess ..queens..Kings.
 

Misty

5 May
Misty dog story
I was in  grade 7 which sets us in the late 70’s. My school Agnew A Johnson in Thunder Bay Ontario was an open concept schools (which means not a classic  enclose classroom where there doors that separate them from the hallway). I could looks from my classroom vantage  and see the grade 4 class the grade 1 classes etcetera .
Our dog Misty was part Husky part German Shepard..and we suspect  part wolf.   Any time the doors of our House were opens to talk to somebody or someone going  out or coming in..she would bolt to the door and if she got free..once outside she would create havoc in the neighborhood- she was well known by our neighbors …She would run like a greyhounds up and down our street endlessly. She was known to run full blast with greyhound speed at a child a jump clear over the child and deftly snag there toughs and run greyhound away with her prize.
She was not a mean dog but a menace to be sure. When we all track out of the house in our weekday trek to schools on occasion Misty got out. She had only one weakness-bacon. So if she got out we brought bacon with  us to school. We wave the bacon like a matador do with the cape. Misty would run and leaps and try to snag the bacon on a fly by if you were lucky enough you could grabbed the collar and capture Misty and bring her home. On other occasions you couldn’t  get her and you had to get to school on time.
One time we couldn’t catch her..and then half way through the school day I hear commotion right in the primary section of school..Misty is running full blast in and out of classes  creating havoc in a open concept school..she is running toward the the grade 6-7 student  she have a sock in her mouth, one she procure from an unwitting child in the primary grades. I tell my friend Jeff I have a piece of bacon in my jacket from my previous attempt to catch Misty this morning. I tell Jeff when I wave the bacon ..Misty will try to preform a fly by, be ready when she landed. Misty is running full throttled at me I wave the bacon..too say the least its a bit of a speculate —  we have a captive audience of 100+ student , teachers, principals.janitor  etcetera. We preform the capture beautifully. Once captured Misty wants to holds her ground.. doesn’t be led home by her collar…I said I can pick up her front and tell Jeff to carry her back end..I look at the teacher  a say “can we lea..” he wave his hand  has if to say..”yes go…go..please”.
Jeff and I carry my beloved dog,(content look on Misty face).. a block to our home.. like the way in medieval European time the way they carry princess ..queens..Kings.

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“Sittler”

13 Nov

Funny, how something reminds one of lost memory, just  like discovering unearth treasure that you once knew but never associate with a  sports hero from the past.

I was reminding in a couple of books I recently reads in Dave Bidini “Keon and Me” he describe among other trait that’s Sittler was a tough guy, he goes on describe him perfectly  “…. curly-haired centreman with a bashful smile and a bullish stride whose gentle manner was belied by sudden gusts of rage that saw the softness of his youth harden like clay.” (Keon And Me, Dave Bidini).

Then in  “Orr, My Story” there its a picture of a group of people obviously at summer cottage get together–some older some younger..in the bottom far right, below a young Orr with his grandmother, sits a young couple, he in cut-off jeans, no shirt,  the lighting catching his dirty blonde curly hairs that frame youthful joyous  face  beside him I young girl, white blonde with a big smile… I know them but can’t immediately place them I scroll down. Above:……..Darryl Sittler and his late wife Wendy,…  A young happy couple.

I guess that’s how I will always remember Sittler- the Leafs Captains, the guys who got those ten points in a game against the Boston Bruin in 76′ ( as a adult I receive a child book for Christmas about the Leafs and  Sittler-“My Leafs Sweater”) . I remember Sittler as the  guy who got the goal against the Czechs tough goalie Dzurilla in 76′   Canada Cup  Overtime winner.

I can still remember his interviews his earnest almost shy delivery with his eyes cast down almost not daring to looks  directly into the camera. Right down to  the way he spoke; his quiet voice, his lips barely moving, just a little O forming in his face when he spoke– just like the boy who wanted to be a dentist in “Rudolph Red Nose Reindeer”. I met a guy years later who could do dead ringer  of a Sittler interview.

Other players that were tough players who were also GOOD players that wore their persona on their face. Guys like Mel Bridgman, big  dark bushy mustache and dark thick eyebrow than met at a V above piecing eyes. Harold Snespsts, a big  tall defensemen with a “Fu Man Chu”  mustache that gave him a formable menace. Lots of guys that had THAT look..  Shultz, Saleski, Kevin McClelland…………others had  matching  names like… Bouchard, Butcher, Battleship Kelly, Mad dog Kelley…on and on.

But looking back I guess he was a tough guy. In 1977/78 he got 117 points with 100 PIM. We want to remember our sports idol the way we wants. The years past by, the memories go through a sifter, milling out what we want to remember cloaks in nostalgia, we keep what we unconsciously what to carry with us. All the same I like that Sittler had a tough side…I dig through my memory I can picture  him going off the  ice blood on his face the C on Toronto Maple Leafs jersey