Thursday, February 3, 2011
gold tooth
grampa had a gold eye tooth; he got this in the mines at flin flon, 37, 38?,courtesy of joe skoda, who was his lifelong friend; grampa was a shift boss in the mines in flin flon mb; joe was a big fella; he played defence for the flin flon bombers; never crossed the center line but them that crossed coming the other way had to pay for it. coming up out of the mine shaft one night the ladder gave way and big joe went down until the heel of his boot was planted in grampas' mouth and his tooth was gone....ow...joe is a story on his own....
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The memory I like of Dad and Joe is the story of the fish and the veg tables.
ReplyDeleteWhen the were old, Joe lived in Uclulet, Dad lived on the farm in Cloverdale.
Every time someone was going that way Dad would send Joe a truck load
of vegetables from the garden. Joe would send Dad back a truck load of fish.
They enjoyed their excessive, generous exchange. They took great pleasure in it.
It was an expression of their friendship. It was heart warming and amusing to
all of us who had the pleasure of delivering those gifts. The road to Uclulet was quite an experience the first time we went.
yes i was accross the old road once with joe at the wheel; very hot and dusty; windey and hilly ; many logging trucks. i was in the backseat behind joe; he kept spitting his chewing tabacco out the window; unknown to me with the back window also open it was blowing in on my face! when we reached uclulet i had a massive batch of freckles! also: once when he was unable to come to the mainland, joe mailed a batch of smoked salmon to grampa. he sent it in one of those wooden crates that japanese oranges used to come in; it got lost in the mail; grampa got a call from a friend who worked in the cloverdale post office asking him to come get the parcel right away because the smell of the rotting fish was unbearable...we had a bunch of happy barn cats at the farm!
ReplyDeleteThese cool stories are a rich treasure!
ReplyDeleteIt was our cousin Art Flood, Aunt Ada's son, who worked at the Cloverdale post office, who called Dad and asked him to come and get his stinky parcel.
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