Extremely quiet on the alumni association front these days, even to the point of people not replying to emails. I can only assume that many are south vacationing. My wife Joanne and I are doing exactly that, soaking up the sun in Palmetto, Florida.

There is an alumni association board meeting scheduled for Tuesday, March 7th. and if anything exciting arises from that I will let members know by email.

Angus Cross

C'60 - Editor, Alumni Connection

Celebrate the Decade of the 1980's at CCHS

Live once again those great years and party with your old friends on May 20th.
St. Lambert International High School 675 Green Street St. Lambert, QC

The alumni association will be hosting a CCHS Decade of the 80's Reunion and you are invited to attend. For more information on the event, ticket prices, etc. please "click" on this URL
https://chamblycounty.com/upcoming-reunions/

As we have only about 1/3 of the email addresses for over 1,000 alumni from the decade of the 80's we ask that you assist us by advising any alumni from the 80's with the URL above.

So far ticket purchases have been light but it is early days. In order to plan for adequate food and drink we will have to know if you are coming no later than April 15th. Suggestions as to activities for the event are welcome.

If due to prior committments or distance you are unable to attend perhaps you would consider adding to the enjoyment of attendees by making a contribution which will be used to enhance the evening. The easiest way to do this is to use the link on the right hand side of this page.

Welcome New Alumni Association Members and renewed Members

New Regular Member
Catherine Paquet (Ascah)
Class of 1969
from St. Lambert, PQ


Renewed Membership
Catherine McLennan (Reoch)
Class of 1977
from London, ON


Renewed Membership
Robert (Bob) Phillips
Class of 1959
from Vancouver, BC


New Life Member
Ronald Pass
Class of 1957
from Mies, Switzerland


Renewed Membership
Geoff Brown
Class of 1954
from Abbotsford, BC

Memberships expiring in March
Hand William 1961
Hobbs Jack 1959
Poulsen Anna 1974
Poulsen Eric "Buster" 1963
Wallace George 1961/ex-staff

Donations Received

Generous Donation received from
Richard Liptrap
Life Member
Class of 1950
from Niagara-on-Lake, ON

ALUMNI COMMENTS

Re February 2017 Alumni Connection Newsletter
As always, interesting, sometimes saddening but so important in reminding us of old times and old friends.
You really do a superb job, Old Top.

Ari Dale

C'64 Life Member, from Israel

Re February 2017 Alumni Connection Newsletter
Thanks to Ross Stanley for his Mother's account of the history of St Lambert (which he discovered in the attic).

I started reading and couldn't put it down. Marvellous historical detailed account of St Lambert where David, Megan and I lived with our parents, Tom and Beverly Parker at 446 Birch Avenue.

Donna Parker

C'66 Life Member, from Sydney, Australia

Re February 2017 Alumni Connection Newsletter
Bravo on another excellent edition of the newsletter. As usual it is very interesting to read though I know few of the members personally. the stories are well written too, giving us memories of our school days many years ago. Keep up the good work.

Peter Payan

C'59 Life Member, from Montreal, PQ

Re February announcement concerning Eric Ponting
I would like to thank Eric Ponting for reaching out to me about a year ago to serve with him as the BC representative on the board. I did not know you in high school Eric and am still a bit confused as to how you found and chose me. Me (of all people !). I was a fairly invisible participant in the CCHS experience from 1970-71. We have corresponded a few times via email over the past year and I want to thank you for your time of service and deep passion for the miracles that are only possible through change. I know a little of the journey you are on now and I wanted you to know what a brave and courageous soul I think you are. My hope and wish is that you are surrounded in love, peace and kindness – God speed Eric.

Hilly Edwards

C'71 Life Member, from Abbotsford, BC

Some (quite a few) fellow alums are wondering to where some of their favourite Website web-sections have disappeared, and how can they locate them. Alumni-Photo Of The Month and Alumni-Where Are They Now, are a couple of these. Please advise, so I can relay the information to these keen alums.

Warren Mackenzie

C'57 Life Member, from London, ON

Editor's Response to Warren Mackenzie's Question: There are hundreds of photos (including the ones you mentioned) on Class - Members Only pages. You have not only class member names but email addresses, brief bios, and their current location, in the top section. Scroll down and you will find photos of departed class mates, and then lots of photos. It was done in this manner to protect the security of our members. Members should sign in and explore the website and in particular the class pages. If you have any difficulty with signing in please email me and we will get you organized. angus@hfx.eastlink.ca

Angus Cross - Editor

C'60 Life Member

KEEPING THE CONNECTION

My daughter is back visiting Montreal and sent me the photo of the house we grew up in. What memories this brought back. It has not changed. More importantly, when I look at the photo, I have very good memories of all the people that we grew up with that lived on our block. To the best of my memory, up the street there were the Paul's, (Chris, Roddy and Geoff), and also Heather McCaskill, she was the first one on the block to get a Mustang bike and would ride me around on the handlebars. They ultimately moved and Eleanor Richards moved into the house. Two doors down, where the McClintock's (Ian and Maureen), across the street were the Edges (Matthew, Richard, and I can't remember the rest) next-door were the the Arnold's (Linda and her brother) behind us were the Dykes (George). All of these people were students of CCHS. What memories. Given the fact that I have been away from Montreal for 30 years, the photos that I see posted, a lot of which are from Larry, are feel-good moments and I am grateful for him sharing these. It would be nice to see more people becoming members of the association and posting photos and a note as to where they are and what they are doing. These people were an important part of our growing up and we shared good and bad memories with all of them. Let's not forget some of my favourite people, who I like to call my partners in crime, Barbara Hill, Steve Thomas, Cynthia Barry, Cathy Smith and Jackie Fraser. Some of these people of which I am still in contact with. I intend to look through the old photo albums and see if I can come up with some additional photos which I can post. Hopefully others will do the same. SHARE YOUR MEMORIES..
Submitted by Eric Ponting C'74 Regular Member from Vancouver

We welcome essays from our readers on any subject

What do you think about when you flashback to your high school years? We'd love to hear from you. Perhaps you went through something since then that you want to share with your fellow alumni. Whatever the case, send your memories and photos to Angus Cross at angus@hfx.eastlink.ca or use our contact form.
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Talking about remembering:

We were playing basketball in the old gym, Spike Hume was coach:
I went charging in to dunk the ball and ran out of room, I bent 2 fingers and Spike just twisted them back into place.
Pete Rylander was playing center, a great player and team mate.
I can't make the reunion, please say hi to everyone for me.

Dick Ussher

C'58 Life Member from Surrey, BC

WORDS AND PHRASES REMIND US OF THE WAY WE USED WORDS WHEN WE WERE GROWING UP.

About a month ago, I illuminated old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology. These phrases included don’t touch that dial, carbon copy, you sound like a broken record and hung out to dry. A bevy of readers have asked me to shine light on more faded words and expressions, and I am happy to oblige:

Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie. We’d put on our best bib and tucker and straighten up and fly right. Hubba-hubba! We’d cut a rug in some juke joint and then go necking and petting and smooching and spooning and billing and cooing and pitching woo in hot rods and jalopies in some passion pit or lovers’ lane. Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumpin’ Jehoshaphat! Holy moley! We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley, and even a regular guy couldn’t accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!

Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when’s the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes and pedal pushers. Oh, my aching back. Kilroy was here, but he isn’t anymore.

Like Washington Irving’s Rip Van Winkle and Kurt Vonnegut’s Billy Pilgrim, we have become unstuck in time. We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, “I’ll be a monkey’s uncle!” or “This is a fine kettle of fish!” we discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.

Poof, poof, poof go the words of our youth, the words we’ve left behind. We blink, and they’re gone, evanesced from the landscape and wordscape of our perception, like Mickey Mouse wristwatches, hula hoops, skate keys, candy cigarettes, little wax bottles of colored sugar water and an organ grinder’s monkey.

Where have all those phrases gone? Long time passing. Where have all those phrases gone? Long time ago: Pshaw. The milkman did it. Think about the starving Armenians. Bigger than a bread box. Banned in Boston. The very idea! It’s your nickel. Don’t forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Turn-of-the-century. Iron curtain. Domino theory. Fail safe. Civil defense. Fiddlesticks! You look like the wreck of the Hesperus. Cooties. Going like sixty. I’ll see you in the funny papers. Don’t take any wooden nickels. Heavens to Murgatroyd! And awa-a-ay we go!
Oh, my stars and garters! It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter had liver pills.

This can be disturbing stuff, this winking out of the words of our youth, these words that lodge in our heart’s deep core. But just as one never steps into the same river twice, one cannot step into the same language twice. Even as one enters, words are swept downstream into the past, forever making a different river.

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeful times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age. We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It’s one of the greatest advantages of aging. We can have archaic and eat it, too.
An old friend, Richard Lederer, sent me this. Holy moley! I still use a bunch of these phrases!

Bob Wrigley

C'61 Life Member from Winnipeg, MB

School Daze........

It's 1:11am on Friday Feb 10th 2017, the editor needs my piece before the 12th, my pain killers are wearing off, I can't sleep so this is the best therapy... and nothing like pressure to get the adrenilin flowing. This is the third in my series. Hope I'm making an impact and you all are eagerly awaiting what I am going to throw your way. Again the editor is to blame if my piece gets published.

I pulled out my CCHS Annual year books, I only have two. 1963 and 1965, the 1963 I retrieved out of the garbage, as a reject from the printers! I did not graduate from CCHS, but, my class of '65 was a memorable year. Leafing through, was a time travel, and it sure got bumpy, thinking about it.

The year '65 was dedicated to Mr. Ian Hume. There's a name that brought a smile to my face. Always a kind word in passing in the halls. I'm going to fast forward to 2015, the first CCHS reunion I attended. I missed the 2005, didn't find out until two years after the fact. Then, I became a Life Member of the association. Now, I'm never forgotten; always get updated on the goings on.

You have to know the rules about attending your high school reunion:
Have an opening heart felt line, practice it.
Know who's passed on, you don't want surprises.
Stay sober, booze and memories don't mix.
Wear your name Tag, after 40 years identities are a blurr. "I know the face but..!"
Arrive late, harder to see wrinkles in the dark.
Relax, most important of all, you haven't seen these folks in 40 years, and may not for another 40, at best your funeral.Then you won't have to worry.
I didn't have any of these tips. I arrived alone, walked in the side entrance, what struck me was the door, it looked so old! The hall, was no where near as long as I remembered. There was a slight echo of folks talking in the distance, somewhere down by the gym. As I recall, there was a scent, hard to describe, nothing poignant, but a school smell, musty, old, yet clean. I passed a few classrooms, flashes came back as to who was in each, friends, teachers.

Ah teachers.Do you remember yours. Looking back, they should be the highest paid of professions in the land, for without them (good teachers) we as a nation, would have nothing. Creating that thirst for knowledge, travel and good citizens. I have a greater appreciation and respect today, especially of their tireless effort in keeping my head where it was supposed to be (Hormones running amuck and all) for the 7 hours a day they were stuck with me.

Teachers like:
Mrs. Howie, my Home room teacher, a darling of a teacher. I towered over her then. Today, I would love to be able to hug her and thank her for every moment of precious time she gave me. Five career changes Mrs. Howie.. A cop for awhile, and yes I carried a gun!

Miss Watson, my history teacher; for whom I accredit my love of travel and how now I am never lost for conversation, learning from all the lands I've visited, since leaving CCHS. 39 states, India, Japan, England and Mexico to name but a few. Here, I'd love to be able to tell her how I spent 2 years in the USAF Intelligence "SAC" Corps.

Mr. Thompson, my Chemistry teacher. Not proud of my time in his class, never mastered the art of memorizing formulas ( I got 23% in one test, fell asleep during, did pay the price bringing that mark home!) and all that he threw at me. The book was too thick! Boy, would he be shocked of the careers I've had. Air Traffic Control being one of them.. memory work was a major undertaking! Telling pilots where to go!

Miss Montgomery, for Math Geometry/ Algebra..( I was a real disappointment to my father who was the department head of Math at King City High School.) Had to got to summer school to complete and move on to grade eleven. Miss Montgomery, would have been be pleased to know I went on with continuous education, gained certificates in the world of purchasing, became a senior buyer, Purchasing Manager and a supervisor of three departments in research and development at an air craft engines company. Math never knew why but, got the grounding for that I'm truly thankful.

Mr. Smith, English and social aspects of life. Somehow I have had a few articles published in magazines. My final career change. Mr. Smith wished I'd found this job 30 yrs ago, I'd have opened my own business. Started as an, In Class, and On Road, Young Drivers of Canada Instructor; and today, as a Certified Rehabilitation Specialist, teaching the deaf, disabled, those with MS/CP or loss of limbs through car crashes or diabetes and folks who are afraid to drive. Teaching people to get their independence back, so gratifying. With report writing as the main stay in this line of work.

Mr. Jones, the gym teacher. Discipline was his by-line. As a student in his Phys-Ed class, how was he to know, I would be going through the rigors of physical training not once, but twice in my life; as a recruit in the USAF and then to join the Peel Regional Police dept. I became a volunteer Probationary Officer for the Region of Peel. I took a Lacrosse coaching course. In my recreation world, also attained 3rd level Ocean Qualified Scuba Diver, with Padi and Naui meberships. Dove in Okinawa, Hawaii, Mexico and belonged to numerous clubs US and Canada. DISCIPLINE - to survive.

Mr. Gould, here is a guy, who had to put the education team together. Made education a realization, (not at the time). We don't realize that in our youth the road ahead is forged by the experiences that a teacher's role plays in our lives. Too young, to really know anything. I owe so much to this school and the classmates that crossed my path and have (unknown to them) played an important part of who I am today.

The sad part, as I turned the corner to meet and greet the volunteers for the reunion, I have never had a chance to thank them.

Larry Llewellyn

E. N. Gould
Principal


Larry Llewellyn
C'65 Life Member from Toronto, ON

Class Contacts Needed

If you are interested in representing your class year as Class Contact. Please contact Angus Cross at angus@hfx.eastlink.ca.

Obituaries

If you notice an obituary of a classmate in your local paper
please forward details to Angus Cross at angus@hfx.eastlink.ca.

Randy Knobloch C'77 passed away on February 07, 2017 at Charles LeMoyne Hospital from cancer. May he rest in peace.

And Finally...


Trump Rehearsing his 2017 Goal:
Take over Britain and replace The Queen

Norwegian Icebreaker heads up the Fraser River

As you may have seen on the news it's been very cold in B C ...
So cold, in fact, that the Government of BC has borrowed a Norwegian Icebreaker to clear the Fraser River for freighter traffic.
The Icebreaker is starting near Vancouver and working its way northward.
Here is a picture as the hard work of ice breaking begins.
Impressive!