Archive for December, 2009
How fights start…
December 30th, 2009 | 
Author: This week I received yet another email from my twisted friend with an interesting list of reasons that fights get started.
It began >>>> How Fights Start…….
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Southbound on The Coastal Boat 1971
After loading Taffy and Newf on the boat, our southbound trip began. Once again, it’s the summer of 1971. Our VW camper is lashed down to the top of one of two hatch covers on the coastal boat. The trip south was to be fairly quick as she had disgorged most of her mail and freight at the Labrador outports on the trip north. For her return to island of Newfoundland she was basically empty and on board were perhaps forty passengers from all walks of life. Some had boarded with us and others were just taking the cruise. Perhaps they’d got off the boat in Goose Bay for some R&R, but God only knows what they might have found. It would not be apparent to a non citizen of the “The Goose” as it was affectionately called that there might actually be something to do there.
Boarding the Coastal Boat – The Vacation!
Our wedded bliss began immediately following our wedding in September ’69 when Cheryl and I moved to Goose Bay in the territory of Labrador in the province of Newfoundland. With that much description, you’d think it was a very big place -you’d have to think again. Think of a small town you’ve been to – and cut it in half. That’s Goose Bay. We did many things for the first time while there. Life was not too complicated as we had two airbases available to us, the British RAF (Royal Air Force) base and the US Air-force Base. Liquor was cheap as were movies. Cheryl and I in our early twenties had a lifetime in front of us and very few cares in the world. We had friends and neighbors everywhere and it always seemed that half of the RAF was at our small home eating and drinking to the wee small hours of the morning. Remind me to tell the story of one Scotsman named Dinger Bell (yes, that was his name) playing his bagpipes in our small home one summer’s morning at 2:00 AM with the windows open. Read the rest of this entry »
The Wildest Christmas Dinner
A friend who calls me “Twisted” emailed me this a couple of days ago. I thought it might be a good thing to share with my friends.
This is an article submitted to a 1999 Louisville Sentinel contest to find out who had the wildest Christmas dinners. It won first prize.
As a joke, my brother Jay used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them.
What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay’s kids’ stockings overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty.
Wassailing – Happy Valley Style
Happy Valley was the local residential area that is where most of the civilians live in the Goose Bay area. After the first year we bought our first home. It was on Palisser Crescent in Happy Valley. Our new home was on two acres (all sand and scrub brush). It was a spacious 900 square feet and cost us a total of $5,000.00 which we paid in cash. That was the first and only home for which we paid cash.
Hot Ass Gillard or The Propane Toilet Story
In the early seventies, we lived in Goose Bay Labrador and I worked for Canadian Marconi maintaining Tropospheric Scatter Radio systems linking Goose Bay with the rest of the country. Tropospheric Scatter systems allowed relatively wideband communications between sites several hundred miles away. At that time broadband microwave systems had not made their way to “The Goose” as it was called by the natives.
The Pearly Gates (A Christmas Story)
Three men died on Christmas Eve and were met by Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates.
“In honor of this Holy season” Saint Peter said, “You must each possess something that symbolizes Christmas to get into heaven.”
The first man fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a lighter. He flicked it on. “It represents a candle”, he said.
“You may pass through the Pearly Gates” Saint Peter said.
The Hot Pepper Story!
How naive can a person be? I was in my early twenties living in Goose Bay. One of my friends was a sergeant in the US Air Force. I’ll call him Sergeant Ralph. Two or three years earlier he had fallen in love with a Mexican lady, got married and now was stationed in Goose Bay with their two year old son.
Flowers for Christmas
My younger daughter posted these images on FaceBook. I just felt a burning need to pass them on!
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