From One of our Readers

Robert Leonard - Class of 69 if I recall correctly

(... who else do we recall from that year?> Shannon McManus, Dale Kiperchuck, Andrew Mutch, Debbie Mizener, Valerie Mumford, Anne Wells, Shirley Ascroft, Carren & Carrol King, Muncey Oliver, Wayne Skelhorne, Ferenc Somogyi, Klaus Tiefenbrunner, (the late Heather Bedard?), the late (and great) Eddie Quinn, Bob Marsh, the late Blake Jennings, Susan Hague, the late Russel McKoy, and there was Kendra Redden, Ray Mcleod, Shirley Bulmer, Bev Jones, Carla Klop, Paul Enros, (Edson Phipps -the great and wonderful), Norman Leroux, Dave Noel, Larry Busch, Peter MacHardy, the inimitable Scott Pashley, Janet Boudreau, Sue McInnis, Ted Kirschberger, Florence Lanigan, Judy Lawless, Brent Timms, Amelia Agnew and Mitch Morrison, Barbra Allen, Michael Pierce, Lousie Ranger, Randy Phillips, Debbie Leedham and of course Medelaine Stevens, Don Walker, Gail Brophy, Don Tatry, Hal Thwaites,Phil Seary, Cornelia Wesslow and Anja Mechielsen...just to name a few...I used to look up to and/or observe from afar, many of these people. I was just a twerp from grade 8 or 9 while they were all graduating! Some seemed like movie stars and greatest athletes, some seemed like personalities unto themselves, some seemed lost others found. And they all seemd so grown up already!)

Say's Robert...

I just want to thank you for bringing back those memories of days gone by.

And it is true - that when we get old all we have are the memories.

So thanks again.

Robert Leonard
5:46 AM

You are most welcome Robert.

Your comment was a response more or less to the entry on home territory, swimming pools, Seigniory Park, the Canoe Club, and I guess to our old memories of home and growing up in Chateauguay and through the "Chateauguay High/HSB" experience etc.

Aging is one of those strange things in life isn't it?

We become -perhaps a little smarter, due to the bruises of experience. Then we leave our past behind with some of the people we loved and will always love.

Down the road, we have all this wisdom to dispense to our children, who cannot seem to "hear" and in the end, must experience for themselves their own mistakes and glories.

When our memories play themselves back in our dreams or fantasies, there just seems to have been so much adventure, fun and excitement in making the mistakes - in class, in the hallway, on the playing field, on the ice, at the dam, at the dance, the basketball court, the Canoe Club, "his appartment", the tennis club, at the Beach, the Alamo, the Railway bridge, the Pines, the Curb, behind the Church, in her house when her parents were out, while she was babysitting, in the basement, the Freeman, the Raja Mood, escaping out the basement window as her parents came in the front door - all this and more, before the serious consequences of life set in.

I guess some of the mistakes I truly regret are those "actions not put into motion" which in retrospect I could have or should have. But then -we were kids...and those kids still live inside us don't they? - no matter how far away we go.

On the otherhand there are those mistakes I'm sure we all regret which turned out to be the "wrong roads taken" or the hurtful things said in spite, even when our conscience whispered clearly to our hearts "don't do this!"

There are those things we can never "un-do". But maybe we can be forgiven? We'll never know unless we have the itch and the courage to find out -consequences bedamned. As long as he or she is still alive, the possibility does exist. It is only too late, if one waits too long. And then we become haunted by regret.

But then, yes... we still have all the memories...
Be well.
Les