Monday Morning Musings
Posted on October 6, 2014 under Monday Morning Musings with no comments yet
Some Fall foliage
I was on my way to the Homecoming Football game when I saw this flaming red bush at Chisholm Park. As most of the locals know, the lower part of Hawthorne Street has a lot of student rentals. It was a spectacular Fall afternoon with the temperature creeping towards 20. Let’s just say that the parties had a full head of steam with students hanging from the roofs and rafters. A part of me ( a very small part ) was envious watching this youthful exuberance knowing that I had done the same thing over 40 years ago.
Speaking of football, I got a lot of response to last week’s story about playing football at St.F.X. The morning after the story was printed in The Casket. I was stopped twice on my way to work and both people said the same thing: “ I didn’t know you played football at X.” My response was terse, “ I didn’t.” There is a not so subtle distinction between playing football and being a football player. I was simply an equipment manager wearing football gear.
With Halloween just around the corner, I figured that I better pen something about this. I certainly have a lot of childhood memories going door to door with a pillow case. All of our costumes were homemade. I think I even when dressed up as a football player once. Oh, no, that was at St.F.X. in 1972! You could get quite a haul just on our street alone. Do any of you remember going to the Pottery House on St.Ninian Street?
I certainly have memories of some adult Halloween parties which were all the rage for the longest time. I live such a sheltered existence these days that I don’t know if these are held any more. So what was your most memorable Halloween night whether it was as a child or an adult?
My Halloween story is called “ The Case For Halloween” … or “Black and Orange Day” as the joyless curmudgeons of political correctness would have us call it . Back in the 70’s, six St.F.X. education grads ended up teaching in the Peace River country of Alberta. Five of us ended up in the same school. This was in a German/Ukranian farming community. I don’t want to spoil the story but I will give you one clue. We went to a staff masquerade party dressed as a six pack of Schooner beer. Those poor people were scratching their heads from the day we arrived in Alberta until the day we moved back to Nova Scotia.
Well, you weren’t very forthcoming with stories about dieting so I went ahead and wrote a story on the subject anyway. It’s called “Lost and Found.” Just about every mortal has tried to lose weight at one point or another in their lives. Someone mentioned the other day that their goal was to lose 10 pounds. When asked how they were doing they said that they only had 13 pounds to go. This was a fun story to write.
Coming up on Tuesday is my recollections of the day I kissed the Blarney Stone in Cork, Ireland. It’s called “ Put a Cork in it.”
If you’re a turkey, keep your head up this week. “If you can keep your head, when all about are losing theirs and blaming it on you.” ( Thanks to Rudyard Kipling for his ode to turkeys on the eve of Thanksgiving! )
Have a great week.
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