Too many, but here are a few ...
Yearly skiing trips to Mt. St. Anne, Quebec City when we were 5 years old. The biggest snow storm for 2 days, meeting life long friends Jim and Joan Noah.
Weekend visits to Havelock visting Sly and George, cousins Wayne, Larry, Ricky and Teresa. Overnight fishing trips with Wayne and Uncle George. Cooking fresh caught fish on the shore.
Summer camping vacations with Rose and Bernie, cousins Jeff and Kevin, at the Gravenhurst KOA. Riding the Honda XL 70 around the grounds.
Traveling the TransCanada, summer and winter, to Manitoba and Saskatchewan to visit both yours and moms's family. You, fully clothed seated in the dunking tank, ready to be dropped with a will aimed thrown baseball at the local annual Strawberry Festival.
Visiting Moosonee and Moose Factory Island in the early 70's. The outboard motor boat ride as part of the journey. The smell and sense of freshly made bannock on the open fire still remain.
You and mom going to Vegas in 77 after I broke my leg skiing with the Ravens in Collingwood. But you wearing rollar skates the entire time there, even in the Casinos.
Our ski trips to Vermont, New York State and locally to Blue Mountain, Devils Elbow and Bethany.
Our house on Glen Springs with the back yard pool. Our neighbors, Jack and Joanne, Allan and Craig. A neighborhood of "good" neighbors.
Sunday dinners when we were young at your mothers. Homemade perogi's, cabbage rolls, honey kutia with poppy seeds, borscht, and pidpenky mushrooms.
The Poker games in our garage on Goldsmith that started Friday night and usually lasted till late in the morning the following day. Doing the clean up and finding a dollar or two left befind on the floor.
Dad, I love you for all these great memories and your spirit. I try my best each day to carry on your good nature and kindness. Thank-you for being our dad.
