My father always owned a store[[In Winnipeg, Chicago, and L.A.). He had to work long hours 6-7 days a week. I worked together with him in all those stores. But we also had time off. He used to take me and my cousins fishing. He and my uncle, who owned the house next door to us, took out the backyard fence between, and built us an almost regulation-sized backyard ice rink. We'd lay the ice down in October, and play hockey till the end of April, or sometimes, the first week of May. All the neighbourhood kids played there. My Dad and uncle got us real metal goals. We didn't have a Zamboni, but we had a big ice-groomer[[scraper) that we pushed along the ice, using two strong skaters on each side. I used to play or practise every day. My Dad and uncle coached some Peewee, at times. And they both gave us kids a lot of pointers. My Dad told me to "keep my stick on the ice" a long time before Steve Smith's[[Red Green's) dad told him to do that.
He always took off work to see my important school or league games. He also introduced me to Jazz, Blues and R&B music, playing his 1930s and 1940s 78s. He also introduced me to the outside World. We used to sit and look at the Globe, and I'd ask about the different countries, and what they are like. That got me iinterested in seeing The World, and led me to working for The UN in Africa and Asia for 20 years.
He's been gone 3 years now, and I miss him a lot [[he lived to 94, and was still in great shape, active, and had his full mind till he passed on. I can't even say I;ve got my full mind now, in my early '70s.
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