A task that I have been meaning to take care of for some time now, was to delete a bunch of photos off of the iPod that I carry around. While doing this, I came across a few that I wanted to preserve on this blog, so here they are with a brief explanation provided below each of them.
Who needs a suit! It would be my guess that it was my mom who took this photo. I suspect that the year may have been 1960 or 1961. Summer vacation each year was taken at a place called Sylvan Lake Alberta, where the Marcotte clan would rent a cabin, then settle in for a week and enjoy this lakeside resort. As you can tell from the photo, it must have been a sunny vacation. Left to right are my sisters Gerry, (me in between) and Lynn. Years later, Lynn decided to have the photo made into a T-shirt, and add the words, "Who needs a Suit!"
Slish-Slosh Hockey Skating. This year is easy to confirm. It was 1964, the year I turned 9. Most days after school, we couldn't get home fast enough, in order to put on the hockey equipment and walk across the ally behind where I lived, and go skating on the local hockey rink. While Victor and I were skating around the rink, a stranger (Herald Photographer Ken Sakamoto) came up to ask if we would like to have our photo taken for the local newspaper? We agreed, and the rest is history. The caption reads: SLISH-SLOSH HOCKEY SKATING. Paul Marcotte, 9, demonstrates to friend Victor Labbe that the sunshine and high temperatures are no blessing to a practicing hockey player. Victor is content to sit on the fence and mournfully watch while Paul makes a splashy effort to develop his league technique.
Fast forward through the decades, and this former suit-less ice hockey player finds himself working as a ferry boat skipper in Vancouver, BC. This was a photo on a tourist brochure, which explained the history of Granville Island.
And now we're more than half way through the year 2020. The years fly by so fast that I find it hard to believe that I am the ripe old age of 65. When I think of my dad at the same age as I am now, I would have said that he was an old man. With the exception of a few aches and pains, I don't feel old. Mind you, I have had a much less stressful journey than my dad ever had. For that, I am very grateful.
This is the final post for July, and I will be in transit on August 6/7th so I may be delayed in writing my August 7th post. I'm heading off to do (wait for it), a house sit. House sits are becoming as scarce as hens teeth these days.
grateful for every breath,
Paul
The Thoughtful Wanderer
Hey it was not Lynn it was me! I was the one who made this shirts for you three 😁😁
ReplyDeleteOops!!! My bad, Melissa. What would you expect from an old fart Uncle. I can't remember everything. Thanks for reading.
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