Another month has elapsed and the software we use for the newsletter continues to be a problem and seems to be getting worse. I consider myself patient, but one can only take so much, luckily John Charlton is able to fix things up just before we publish...

January was unseasonable mild in Montreal with 25 days at or above the normal temperature and as a result I have consumed less than half a tank of fuel oil so far. A February cold snap could change all that but I'm optimistic. It is now the height of flu season but luckily I had my shot in November and didn't succumb. However, I did contract a cold for a week or more which was almost as bad. No fever, but congestion and coughing (I swear I almost coughed up a lung) that prevented sleep and sapped energy. For the first time in years I had to miss a weekly Scotyz lunch because of illness. I also had to get spares for two curling games, another first in a long time. If this had happened to me in 1940 I could have spent a couple of days in the old St. Lambert Hospital for only a few bucks. Sandra Libby would like your help digging up facts about the facility and patients. I really liked the old invoice, $60.50 for a 12 day stay which included medication, confinement room, and anesthesia. Today in the US, at an HMO facility, $60.50 might cover the aspirin...

If you look look at the photo gallery you can tell that content is running low. People, I need pictures and stories, I don't want to be forced to show you images of my last colonoscopy - it would not be pretty. Write about a recent event, like a vacation, or a get together with friends, get out your old photo albums, scan some pics and send them to me. The following story from Archdeacon Brian Evans is a great example of what I am looking for:..

Brian & Peggy Evans

"When I was the Port Chaplain in Halifax, my wife Peg and I were invited to a formal dinner at The White Ensign Legion. Shortly after our arrival, we were invited to meet the Admiral. On seeing him, my wife said, “Oh my God, Duncan Miller.” He obviously was startled and responded, “How did you know my name? Everyone knows me as Dusty Miller.” Peg said to him, “When you were very young and living in St. Lambert, I was your babysitter.” We had a wonderful relaxing time together"...

See how easy it is. On that note I'll close,  have a great month of February and try not to worry about the corona virus - think corona beer, a nice light ceveza...

Harvey Carter

Life Member - C'60 - Editor, Alumni Connection

Welcome New and Renewing Alumni Association Members


Renewed Membership

Joy Michalek (Smith) Class of 1964
From Port Orange, Florida

Renewed Membership
Peter Stewart Class of 1971
From North Hollywood, USA

Renewed Membership
Neil Ferguson Class of 1973
From New Brunswick

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Peter Bashaw Class of 1964
From Pickering, ON


Renewed Membership
Ross Stanley Class of  1965
From Deep  Brook, NS

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Cathy Paquet (Ascah) Class of 1969
From St. Lambert, QC

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Arlene Bardin (Greene) Class of 1957
From San Diego, CA

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Veronique Le Kim Class of 1980
From Brossard, QC

Expiring Memberships

Please renew now.

Memberships expiring in February
Bob Phillips
Cheryl Gaver
Heather Humphrey
Donald Gordon
Memberships expiring in March Stephen Brethour
George Wallace
Suzanne Hubbard (Dean)
Jennifer Exton (Stanley)
Carol Johnson (LeBlanc)
Bill Hand
Stella Charleson (Misiaszek)

ALUMNI COMMENTS

Not Another Ice Storm - Please

It was January 11, the predictions were bad, up to 20 MM of ice with high winds which could break branches, topple trees and bring down power line. I was in Calgary in 1998 when the  big one  occurred but I traveled to Montreal for a business trip and stayed at the Queen Elizabeth Hotel which never lost its power. I saw the devastation and listed to the stories. People without electricity for more than a week and ice build on roofs was so heavy people couldn't open their doors. I don't own a generator and I don't have a working fireplace so an extended failure would be devastating.

I didn't expect anything quite like 1998 but I was worried when I went to bed Saturday night. We lost power about 11:30 that night and woke up to a very cool house. Yes the wind was strong with gusts up to 80 KPH but there was almost no ice build up in our area. Power lines and tree branches were bare so no reason for the outage. Hydro Quebec said something about an equipment failure and hundreds of thousands of customers were off the grid. Brossard was hard hit but most of St. Lambert never went out, not even for five minutes. Hydro reassured people they were working on the problem and should have it fixed shortly.

The temperature kept dropping and at 1:00 PM we decided to go out for a hot lunch at a St. Lambert restaurant figuring by the time we got back we would have electricity and a warmer house. It was not to be. Power was finally restored at 5:30 PM and the house temperature was down to 12 C. It took a almost three hours to get back to what would be considered a comfortable temperature.

I am now researching, generators and fireplace inserts just in case something like happens again. One fellow says I should look at a propane powered generator and a wood stove that could be fitted to my basement fireplace. The search continues. I know this wasn't nearly as bad as 1998 ( I don't know how people survived it) but I don't want to go through this again, too much anxiety.

On that note, here are the five stages pf power failure emotions you might encounter:

Annoyance - the power will be back soon, I'll just have to eat a cold breakfast.

Anger - why can't they get the damn thing fixed there no real damage and it has been 12 hours

Discomfort - as the temperature drops below 14 degrees start bundling up - sweaters, long johns, blankets whatever to keep you warm.

Concern - if it gets much colder I'll have to protect the plumbing, move food from the freezer outside, find another place to stay (temperatures were expected to hit -14 that night.

Relief - when the lights came back on and the furnace powered up - just hope it stays on.

I think there would have been a sixth stage, "Despair" thankfully we didn't get there. HEC

Would you like to see your old house?

How many of you recognize the former Wrigley house located at 282 rue Logan.
Bob writes: The house was built in the late 1940s while my family was residing temporarily at my aunt and uncle's home in Westmount, shortly after we returned to Canada from Argentina. So many wonderful memories flow from this little corner of St. Lambert. You may remember I wrote a story a number of years ago for our newsletter about our house, and the importance of a home in one's life while growing up.

During one of the CCHS reunions, our St. Lambert next-door neighbour, Ann Weymann, kindly invited my sisters and me to a reception at her house, and we had an opportunity to walk through our 282 Logan home, thanks to the gracious current owners. Talk about nostalgia, generating laughter and tears after so many decades. The wooden stairs, where I used to slide down on my bum, still creaked the same, the scary shadow on the ceiling in my parents' room was still there, and so was the window on the far right of the house through which I accidentally threw a football. It was wonderful to see all the beautiful interior renovations and love given to our special place. I wondered how many families will have lived there before it has to eventually be taken down and replaced. Bob

Ian Cobb's Story

 

I finished reading Ian's book last month and I must say I was fascinated. What a life. Filled with adversity, adventure, a few failures and ultimately incredible success. While never learning to read and write with any great skill until he was in his sixties, he still managed to build a successful business, raise a family and develop universally recognized techniques in the breeding and raising of high quality fur foxes.

The trip along the way was equally fascinating, filled with rich and varied experiences. You have to admire his determination, perseverance and innate abilities (it seems he would try anything) and recognize his intelligence. How anyone could achieve what he did while suffering from dyslexia, the traumas of abuse and the lack of medical support or treatment is truly amazing. Throwing his desk out the window and quitting school in the fifth grade because he couldn't stand the repeated humiliation by teachers and the school system in general was a cry for help that never came.

Ian writes about his experiences as a pipeline worker in many different parts of the country and several of these included stories about my younger brother, Jake, who passed away over 10 years ago. Jake suffered from substance abuse and was severely alcoholic when he passed away. I know that Ian reached out to him and tried to get him to move to New Brunswick, get sober and work for him. It never happened, Jake was too locked in with the status quo which eventually led to an early death.

This brings to mind a little story about Jake and pipeline work. I returned home from university on Christmas break and discovered that the 22 caliber 15 shot pump action Winchester rifle that Jake and I shared (a joint Christmas present from my father several years before) was missing. I asked my brother Russel what happened to it and he told me Jake sold it to finance his trip out west to work on the pipeline. I have not been interested in guns for many years, but at the time I was very fond of that 22 - it would be considered a collector's item today. I don't know how much he got for the gun but I never received a dime.

I asked Ian about two episodes that were not in his book but that I recall. The first concerned a stag party held for me just before my wedding. It took place at the Tropicana Bar on Riverside Drive and involved quite a few beers. After an hour or so those in attendance thought it would be a good idea to put a cast on my leg which, despite my struggles, they managed to do. I don't know what they did wrong but the cast started burning my leg. The pain was excruciating and I managed to convince them I was not fooling. Ian, good Samaritan that he was, took pity on me, got a steak knife from somewhere and started to cut off the cast. He did the job all right but I still bear the scar on my left shin where the knife slipped. They bandaged me up, we left the Tropicana and headed to another venue. Ian says he has a vague recollection of the incident.

The second incident I brought up Ian denies completely. In 1965 we bought a green Volkswagen beetle. My father put up the initial cash and I covered the monthly payments. My father considered this another "joint venture" between Jake and I. meaning I could use the car to drive to work every day and Jake was allowed to have it every second week end. Jake came home one Sunday afternoon and I happened to look at the car as it sat in our driveway. There were deep scratches up the back of the car and the rear windshield - yes the glass was actually badly scratched and couldn't be fixed. Jake hadn't said anything about the damage and when I asked he said that he and Ian had driven down to see my sister who lived near Hemmingford. He said Ian was driving and they took a sharp curve at high speed and the car slid off the road backward though a barbed wire fence.Maybe I got the story wrong and it was someone else Jake mentioned, perhaps Ian's brother Graham or maybe Jake was driving and he tried to pass off the blame on Ian.

Anyway, I believe Ian, he said he had never driven the car, didn't know where my sister lived and has no reason not to admit to the event at this late date. I'll never know what really happened.

The Old St. Lambert Hospital

Hello Chambly County alumni members, I am working with ARC, the Anglophone Research Committee of the St.Lambert Historical Society, doing a research project on the Home Hospital and nurse Miss Edith Trench. I'd like like to know the names of anyone who was born there. The hospital was opened in 1928 and closed in 1945. If you could give your name and birth year, it would add to the information. The Home Hospital was the first hospital in St. Lambert serving St. Lambert, Greenfield Park and perhaps even the citizens of Longueuil. If you have any memorabilia or photos that would be nice. As you see below, some people have already supplied info. I don't need your whole birth date, just the year, if you wish to give it and if possible the treating doctor and any medical/surgical treatments. I keep the birth info confidential. I can be contacted at, s.libby@videotron.ca Much appreciated and thank you, Sandra Libby (on the list below)


PHOTO COURTESY OF BETTY WALKER SMITH

INVOICE COURTESY OF NORMAND SIMARD

Reunion News Alumni Association 2020 Reunion

Ticket purchases for the reunion continue to trickle in, not as fast as we had hoped but there is still plenty of time to register. Don't forget we need to reach a critical mass to ensure a successful event. Your purchase will help encourage your classmates to sign up. It would also help if you contacted as many Alumni as possible to get the word out. Take 10 or 15 minutes and give it a try.

Some thing you should know:

* Space is for golf is limited - don't wait too long. This event is being coordinated by Keith Thomas so, if you don't want to or can't use the website sign up facility, you can contact Keith at keithjamesthomas@gmail.com and secure a spot.

* You can pay by cheque - you don't need to use PayPal. Make your cheque payable to CCHS & CA Alumni Association and send it to: Harvey Carter, 5590 rue Vallerand, Brossard, QC J4W 1S8

  • If you are paying by cheque include a note that indicates what events you are signing up for. 
  • If you are paying for yourself and a guest through PayPal on the website, send a separate note by email to me at harveycarter363@gmail.com giving the quests name and, if appropriate, their graduating year from CCHS. 
  • We are still looking for volunteers to held out with the event. Contact me if you have a few hours to contribute. 

And yes, don't hesitate to get in touch with Bernie Praw if you would like to participate in the variety show.

Class Contacts Needed

If you are interested in representing your class year as Class Contact.  Please contact Harvey Carter. We need to get in touch with as many people as possible to make the 2020 Reunion a success. Please step up and contribute if at all possible.

February Photo Gallery

 
Doug Smith (Class of 1965) and his two sons at arguably the most famous bridge in all of golf. Of course Doug has Scottish heritage so that gives you a small clue to their whereabouts when the photo was taken.

                              

Mid January and the first "major" snow storm of the year. It amounted to only 20 cm (8 inches in US speak) but came with an Environment Canada weather advisory and traffic chaos in and around Montreal. Because there are so many cars on the road these days any snowfall of more than 10 cm causes big trouble.

I'm getting desperate for photos so I dug out one of my grandfather's old albums. Although he was an American, from Bethel, Maine he worked as the Woods Manager for the Brown Company who had logging rights in northern Quebec - north of Trois Rivieres and La Tuque.

One summer he adopted an abandoned baby black bear whose mother had been shot. The bear was quite tame and was the centre of attention around the logging camp. Unfortunately the bear had to be put down (shot). It seems that one night one of the lumberjacks, who had too much to drink, started teasing the bear and poking him with a stick. The bear fought back and bit him.They probably shot the wrong animal.

These pictures date from around 1910 and yes that is my grandfather with the bear in the top photo.

Obituaries

Ronald Lyons Class of 1971
Ronald Van Lyons passed away on December 16th at the age of 66 from a cancerous brain tumor. Beloved husband of Elizabeth “Gail” Lyons (nee Barlow). Loving and proud father of Ottawa’s first in-vitro baby, Julie Lyons-Wolfe (Dominic) and Canada’s first second in-vitro live birth, precious son Andrew Lyons. Loving Bampy of Cameron and Ramie. Survived by his sister Susan Gutz (nee Lyons) (Yogi) and nephews Ian and Timothy and Brother-in-law David Barlow (Madeleine Quintal).

Ron was a dedicated member of Bilberry Creek Baptist Church. He loved being a part of the Trustees, Treasurer, Usher and many fun projects. In his leisure time he was always out and about doing his photography, flying a Catana airplane, camping, and white water canoeing.

The family wishes to thank the wonderful nurses, doctors and home care workers from the Palliative Care Team and the Champlain LHIN for their compassion and care. We especially want to thank May Court Hospice for making Ron’s last precious days the best he could have. The staff and volunteers were amazing.

MACWHA, Barbara Ann (nee Buck) St. Lambert Elementary School Teacher

May 30, 1932 - January 5, 2020
After a lengthy struggle with dementia Barbara died at the Caressant Care home in Cobden. Barbara was born in Kingston as the only daughter of Harry and Evelyn Buck.

She is survived by her only brother Jim (Judy) of Okotoks, Alberta. Barbara married her husband Jim on August 20, 1955 in Lennoxville, Quebec. Barbara had five sons, Greg (Debby), Berwick, NS; Andrew (Elise), Pine Grove, NS; Peter Kanata, Philip (Lannie), Clarance Rockland and Shawn (Ann) Blackburn Hamlet. Barbara had thirteen grandchildren and five great-grandchildren. Barbara was a wonderful mother who had great pride in all her family. Barbara married Jim when he was in the Canadian Army and became a school teacher in the late 1940s and started teaching at St. Lambert, Quebec where she met Jim.

Barbara very much enjoyed the military life and the travel that resulted. As a result of postings they lived in many locations: Kingston, ON; Regina, SK; Branden, MB; Carberry, MB; Ajax, ON and Soest, West Germany. After Jim left the army and obtained civilian work they lived in Lachute and Lakeview, Quebec; Rockland, ON; Cumberland, ON; Clarance Creek, ON; and finally after retirement, Foresters Falls. She always wanted to see what was on the other side of the mountain. And over the years we traveled by car numerous times down east and across the west to BC generally dragging a camping trailer. We camped across Newfoundland and flew to Labrador and to complete her bucket list we took the train from Ottawa to Vancouver, visited Victoria and Whistler. When in Europe we travelled by car with the three older boys across most of West Germany, Switzerland, Belgium, Holland, Norway, Sweden and Denmark. We also spent three weeks in Japan with Shawn in 1996. When he was teaching there. Barbara was a very happy person who seldom complained about anything and was always up for new adventures. She really enjoyed people made many friends across the country. She was very interested in politics and everything that was going on in the world.

At her request she will be cremated and there will be no visitation or funeral. Her ashes will be buried at the Howard Cemetery at Foresters Falls, On. Donations in her name to the Dementia Society would be appreciated. Many thanks to the caring staff of the Cobden Caressant Care Nursing Home who looked after her so well for her final few months.

And Finally...

Some Cute, Some Funny and a few very Profound

 
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds , 'What does love mean?
 
The answers they got were broader, deeper, and more profound than anyone could have ever imagined !
 
'When my grandmother got arthritis , she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.. So my grandfather does it for her all the time , even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.' Rebecca- age 8
 
''When someone loves you , the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.' Billy - age 4
 
'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.' Karl - age 5
 
'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.' Chrissy - age 6
 
'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.' Terri - age 4
'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him , to make sure the taste is OK.' Danny - age 8'
 
Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and just listen.' Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
 
'If you want to learn to love better you should start with a friend who you hate. ' Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
 
'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.' Noelle - age 7
 
'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.' Jessica - age 8
 
And the final one: The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry , the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard , climbed onto his lap , and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor , the little boy said , 'Nothing , I just helped him cry'
 
 
By now many of you probably think I've lost it and gone all sentimental in my old age. Not true, Bob Wrigley sent me the "What Love is" piece and I thought many of you would enjoy it. I did, but, just to show you I haven't changed, read the following three items.  

The Tables were Turned

A woman, cranky because her husband was late coming home again, decided to leave a note, saying, "I've had enough and have left you...don't bother coming after me" Then she hid under the bed to see his reaction.

After a short while the husband comes home and she could hear him in the kitchen before he comes into the bedroom. She could see him walk towards the dresser and pick up the note... After a few minutes he wrote something on it before picking up the phone and calling someone... "She's finally gone...yeah I know, about bloody time, I'm coming to see you, put on that sexy French nightie. I love you...can't wait to see you...we'll do all the naughty things you like."

He hung up, grabbed his keys and left. She heard the car drive off as she came out from under the bed. Seething with rage and with tears in her eyes she grabbed the note to see what he wrote..."I can see your feet. We're outta bread: be back in five minutes"

Great Price for Insurance

The wife had a wooden leg and to insure it in BC was $200.00 a year! When they arrived in Saskatchewan, they went to an Insurance Agency to see how much it would cost to insure this wooden leg.

The agent looked it up on the computer and said to the couple, "That'll be $39.00". The husband was shocked and asked why it was so cheap to insure this wooden leg here in Saskatchewan, when it had cost him $200 in BC! The agent turned his computer screen to the couple and said, "Well, here it is on the screen, it says:

Any wooden structure, with a sprinkler system over it, is $39.00." I always did find Saskatchewan's logic far superior to most of the others.

I think I'll Have Another