Monday, July 31, 2006
Sunday, July 30, 2006
My forgetter's getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke
For when I'm "here" I'm wondering
If I really should be "there"
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!
Oft times I walk into a room,
Say "what am I here for?"
I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone,
Say "Hi" and have a
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, "who was that?"
Yes, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.
CAN YOU RELATE ? ? ?
Please send this to everyone you know
I DON'T REMEMBER WHO I SENT THIS TO ! !
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Arts et spectacles, samedi 29 juillet 2006, p. ARTS SPECTACLES9
La radio quitte le 211, Gordon à Verdun
... Le vieil 챕difice a d'abord accueilli l'ancienne station CKVL le 3 novembre 1946, fond챕e par l'homme d'affaires Jack Tietolman, qui y a travaill챕 jusqu'en 1995. Au d챕but des ann챕es 50, M.Tietolman y implantait une nouvelle station, CKVL-FM, devenue CKOI en 1976.
Les plus grands noms de la radio priv챕e qu챕b챕coise se sont produits dans les studios et au studio-th챕창tre du 211 Gordon. L'immeuble, qui ne r챕pondait plus aux normes de la radio moderne, sera d챕moli sous peu.
The radio leaves the 211, Gordon, Verdun
... The old building initially accomodated old station CKVL on November 3, 1946, founded by the businessman Jack Tietolman, who worked there until 1995. With the beginning of the Fifties, M.Tietolman established a new station, CKVL-FM, become CKOI in 1976. The great names of the Quebecers private radio occurred in the studios and with the studio-theatre of 211 Gordon. The building, which did not meet any more the standards of the modern radio, will be demolished soon.
I cannot change the way I am,
I never really try,
God made me different and unique,
I never ask him why.
If I appear peculiar,
There's nothing I can do,
You must accept me as I am,
As I've accepted you.
God made a casting of each life,
Then threw the Mold away,
Each child is different from the rest,
Unlike as night from day.
So often we will criticize,
The things that others do,
But, do you know, they do not think,
The same as me and you.
So God in all his wisdom,
Who knows us all by name,
He didn't want us to be bored,
That's why we're not the same
Friday, July 28, 2006
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
the first successful demonstration of the steam locomotive in
Northern England. His engine pulled eight loaded wagons of thirty
tons' weight about four miles and hour up a hill.
But though the locomotive was invented in England, it had its
greatest impact on the United States, where there was so much wide-
open space and so many natural resources to take advantage of. By
1840, the United States had 2,800 miles of railroad track. By 1872
that number had increased to 52,000 miles of railroad track.
Walt Whitman called the locomotive "Emblem of motion and / power—
pulse of the continent." But some people weren't too happy about the
introduction of the locomotive and the faster pace of life it
brought. Henry David Thoreau wrote, "This world is a place of
business. What an infinite bustle! I am awaked almost every night by
the panting of the locomotive. It interrupts my dreams. There is no
Sabbath. It would be glorious to see mankind at leisure for once. It
is nothing but work, work, work."
Monday, July 24, 2006
"Hey Dad," one of my kids asked the other day, "What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?"
"We didn't have fast food when I was growing up," I informed him. "All the food was slow."
"C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?"
"It was a place called 'at home,'" I explained. "Grandma cooked every day and when Grandpa got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it."
By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table. But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it:
Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore Levis, set foot on a golf course, traveled out of the country or had a credit card. In their later years they had something called a revolving charge card. The card was good only at Sears/Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears AND Roebuck. There is no Roebuck anymore. Maybe he died.
My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because we never had heard of soccer. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow). We didn't have a television in our house until I was 11, but my grandparents had one before that. It was, of course, black and white, but they bought a piece of colored plastic to cover the screen. The top third was blue, like the sky, and the bottom third was green, like grass. The middle third was red. It was perfect for programs that had scenes of fire trucks riding across someone's lawn on a sunny day. Some people had a lens taped to the front of the TV to make the picture look larger.
I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called "pizza pie." When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too. It's still the best pizza I ever had.
We didn't have a car until I was 15. Before that, the only car in our family was my grandfather's Ford. He called it a "machine."
I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room and it was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.
Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was.
All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers. I delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which I got to keep 2 cents. I had to get up at 4 AM every morning. On Saturday, I had to collect the 42 cents from my customers. My favorite customers were the ones who gave me 50 cents and told me to keep the change. My least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day.
Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. Touching someone else's tongue with yours was called French kissing and they didn't do that in movies. I don't know what they did in French movies. French movies were dirty and we weren't allowed to see them.
If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.
Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?
MEMORIES from a friend:
My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother's house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it. I knew immediately what it was, but my daughter had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something. I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to "sprinkle" clothes with because we didn't have steam irons. Man, I am old.
How many do you remember?
Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall.
Real ice boxes.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.
Older Than Dirt Quiz: Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about Ratings at the bottom.
1. Blackjack chewing gum
2. Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water
3. Candy cigarettes
4. Soda pop machines that dispensed glass bottles
5. Coffee shops or diners with tableside juke boxe s
6. Milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
7. Party lines
8. Newsreels before the movie
9. P.F. Flyers
10. Butch wax
11.Phone numbers with a word prefix (OLive-6933)
13. Howdy Doody
14. 45 RPM records
15. S&H Green Stamps
17. Metal ice trays with lever
18. Mimeograph paper
19 Blue flashbulb
21. Roller skate keys
22. Cork popguns
25. Wash tub wringers
If you remembered 0-5 = You're still young
If you remembered 6-10 = You are getting older
If you remembered 11-15 = Don't tell your age,
If you remembered 16-25 = You're older than dirt!
I might be older than dirt but those memories are the best part of my life.
Don't forget to pass this along!!
Especially to all your really OLD friends....
"Senility Prayer"...God grant me...
The senility to forget the people I never liked
The good fortune to run into the ones that I do
And the eyesight to tell the difference."
Have a great week!!!!!!
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Alli's reaction to being told she's won the GRAND PRIZE in a contest she'd entered!
To cue the video clip - I had told her to come into the living room and sit down on the couch because we wanted to talk to her about something. If she looks a bit apprehensive sitting there, it's because she's usually in TROUBLE when I tell her to sit down so we can talk to her! LOL! She didn't even think twice about there being 2 big boxes on the couch because I had been clearing out the spare room closet and there were other boxes around.
As you'll see, she was psyched! She hates watching this clip because of the way her voice went all high-pitched upon hearing the good news...lol. In her own words "I went all GIRLY and even jumped up and down....UGH!"
Friday, July 21, 2006
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Thankx again VERDUN
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Friday, July 14, 2006
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled
children,the father of one of the students delivered a speech that
would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the
school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature
does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things
as other children
do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the
natural order of things in my son?"
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. "I believe,that when a child like Shay,
physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an
opportunity to realize true human na ture presents itself, and it
comes, in the way other people treat that child."Then he told the
Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew
were playing baseball. Shay asked,"Do you think they'll let me play?"
Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like
Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son
were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of
belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of
Shay's father approached one of the boys
on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The
boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs
and th e game is in the eighth inning I guess he can be on our team
and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."
Shay struggled over to the team's bench put on a team shirt with a
broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in
his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but
was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put
on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came
his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be
in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father
waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning,
Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, t
he potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be
next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to
win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew
that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to
hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing
the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life,
moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least
be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily
and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the
ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the
ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft
grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the
first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the
end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first
baseman, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and
both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never
in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He
scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, "Run
t o second, run to second!"
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and
struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded
towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy
on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the
first time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for
the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too
intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's
head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of
him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"
Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and
turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to
third! Shay, run to third" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both
teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay,
run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as
the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team.
That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his
face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and
humanity into this world.
Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that winter, having
never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and
coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero
of the day!
Thursday, July 13, 2006
> Thursday Â» July 13 Â» 2006
Jim Adams described as fire chief from Central Casting
Last person to run Westmount department had 'no-nonsense manner, heart of gold'
Thursday, July 13, 2006
If you couldn't find Jim Adams on the job at the fire station in Westmount, he was probably at a rink in LaSalle, coaching minor hockey.
Adams was the last chief of the Westmount fire department before the 22 municipal fire departments on Montreal Island were amalgamated into a single force four years ago.
A firefighter for 38 years, 12 of them as chief, Adams was 66 when he died Monday, apparently of a heart attack, in Ottawa Civic Hospital.
"He was the fire chief right out of Central Casting," former Westmount mayor Peter Trent said. "He was perfect for the job.
"In his uniform, he looked the part. He had a gruff voice, a no- nonsense attitude, and a heart of gold. We all respected him tremendously."
James Adams was born in Montreal on April, 11, 1940. His father worked as an athletic trainer at McGill University and later with the Montreal Alouettes football club. Adams and his younger brother grew up in Verdun.
Adams joined the Westmount fire department in 1963. He was promoted through the ranks, becoming a lieutenant in 1975, a captain in 1980 and chief in 1990.
"He was an extraordinary leader," Westmount city manager Bruce St. Louis said.
"On the exterior, he was as tough as nails, but inside he was humble. He had the biggest heart.
"The test of a true leader is not only to lead, but to care for the people he leads," St. Louis added. "Jim cared deeply about everyone in the department; he took their well-being to heart.
"When he made his mind up about something, he defended his opinions, but in the end he was a true team player."
With fewer than 10 fires a year in Westmount, the fire department merged with the city's public security department in 1993. Adams's title changed to manager of protective services, although everyone still called him "Chief." Under his direction, firefighters assisted residents who were locked out of their houses, engaged in snow removal and were often called to rescue pets.
When the Montreal megacity was created in 2002, Adams retired. He and his wife moved to Cornwall, Ont.
"There's no goddamn way I want to go to Montreal," he said at the time. "I started as a firefighter in Westmount, and I want to retire as one.
"Firefighters in Westmount did an awful lot of things in the community that weren't in their job description, and they did it gladly."
During all his years with the department, Adams never lived in Westmount. He was a resident of LaSalle, where he coached minor hockey, organized LaSalle's first female hockey tournament in 1982, and served as president of the LaSalle Minor Hockey League.
In recognition of his community involvement, he was given Air Canada's Golden Heart Award, named LaSalle's personality of the year in 1987 and awarded the Governor-General's 125th Anniversary of Confederation Medal.
Adams is survived by his wife, Elizabeth McIntyre, whom he married in 1962, and by their two daughters and a son.
Mourners can pay their respects today from 2 to 4 p.m. and 7 to 9 p.m. at the Collins Clarke MacGillivray White funeral home, 5644 Bannantyne Ave. in Verdun.
The funeral is to be held tomorrow at 2 p.m. at St. John's Presbyterian Church, 28 2nd St. E., Cornwall.
Obituary of Jim Adams.
Â© The Gazette (Montreal) 2006
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
The History Of The Middle Finger
Well, now......here's something I never knew before, and now that I know it, I feel compelled to send it on to my more intelligent friends in the hope that you, too, will feel edified. Isn't history more fun when you know something about it?
Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of all captured English soldiers. Without the middle finger it would be impossible to draw the renowned English longbow and therefore they would be incapable of fighting in the future. This famous English longbow was made of the native English Yew tree, and the act of drawing the longbow was known as "plucking the yew" (or "pluck yew").
Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated Soldiers, saying, See, we can still pluck yew!
Since 'pluck yew' is rather difficult to say, the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a labiodentals fricative F', and thus the words often used in conjunction with the
It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows used with the longbow that the symbolic gesture is known as "giving the bird."
And yew thought yew knew every plucking thing!
Monday, July 10, 2006
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Hi there !
Re: bus route 8-D Beurling in Verdun (for the period 1953-66)
Is there somebody who remember the bus route 8-D Beurling (1953-60: Beurling 8D and 1960-66: Beurling 59) in Verdun ? ... and was that loop one-directional or two-way ?
In that period, the loop was as follows:
From Wellington and Woodland, then Wellington, Lasalle Blvd up to Stephens, then on Beurling, Champlain Blvd and return south via Woodland.
Thanks in advance !