While we ended up hunkered down in our home after being confined to it following the recent snowstorm waiting for guys we contracted to do our driveway and sidewalk, we started a semi spring house cleaning. One went through stuff he collected going back to 1957 when he got his start at CKOX in Woodstock. Old reel to reel tapes, commercials, logs, a whopping collection of 45 rpm’s, football sweater from Pickering College, Sigma Dogo Nu fraternity stuff, newspaper clippings, my Santa suit, souvenirs from 1984 Papal Visit to Huronia of the late John Paul II and more. A dried up first baseman’s glove was shoved in a suit case along with Masonic regalia, ball caps galore, minutes from council and police services board meeting one served on decades ago. Photos of one’s heir were tucked away in a safe spot….that required time to look at an remember.
Recall reading about Santa suit above. I have played Santa since 1956. One was the first Santa in annual Civitans parade here, a position of honour We held for roughly a dozen years. One Christmas I couldn’t find my wide black belt….Santa was “beltless” as we formed up at Little lakes. Jack Charlebois, a police sergeant who decades later was to become a Midland councillor came to the rescue. He zipped home to return with one of his old belts. In all my stuff this week we sorted through, I spotted that old belt and great memories started to flood in. I contacted “Bear” who told me to keep it as a souvenir. Funny how an old wide black leather police belt could conjure so many wonderful memories of great days gone by.