Grey Cup Weekend

Believe it or not, this photo was taken in June, 1975 in Saskatoon at Uncle Bill's house on East Heights. We had just returned to the south for our summer vacation from Camsell Portage, a vacation that would be highlighted by Uncle Robert's wedding and a Kohuch family reunion. This is the scene before a huge storm that did a lot of flooding in the city.

Monday morning and I am back at the task of copying slides into digital format such as the photo above. The weekend has been fairly normal with us watching minor hockey on both Saturday and Sunday. As usual, the same people were typically there, grandparents and parents for the most part. One of the dads was pleased and surprised that a former school principal would be there to watch his daughters play. This is all part of the plan to make sure that we continue to be accepted in the community. Since the community is a rural one with roots going back at least four generations for many of the families, it is hard, if not impossible, to be ever considered as 'one of them'. However, we are finding that we can be accepted in a different way, as people who 'choose' to be here because of them.

Yesterday evening we went out to one of our neighbour's to watch the Grey Cup CFL football game and for supper. The game ended up with a surprise come back for the western team, the Stampeders. That is the trouble with championship games. Even though both teams are good, one of them is relegated to the dust bin of history and the other is celebrated. As I watched, I commented to my neighbour about so much hype and fame for those who contribute so little to world by playing games. Can you imagine your claim to fame being simply one of being a football player who tries hard to hurt opponent football players? Still, there is entertainment value. They will continue to play while normal people will sink into debt during the coming economic recession-depression. A hard working ordinary person has less value ... ?

Here is another photo from the past. We moved to Ile-a-la-Crosse in October, 1975 in order to cover for a senior high school teacher who had left in the middle of the October convention in Saskatoon. Since the principal of the school in la-Crosse was the brother of my superintendent, the arrangements were made and we moved by plane taking everything with us. We left Camsell moving closer to the south and to a larger community.

The setting sun here was incredible. In a way, it is almost like a painting rather than a photo. Strange what effects scanning has on a slide.