Grammom to the Rescue

Something reminded me today about some of the instances in my life that I was in the right place at the right time to be of assistance to someone in an emergency.

Of course, it didn’t hurt that I was a Midwife and trained in first aid, CPR, and emergencies.  The very first time I was called to help someone in an emergency, was right in my own backyard – literally:  One day when Marty was a baby, I was in our kitchen giving him his lunch while he sat in his highchair.  My house was full of children (all under the age of 11), as usual  that summer day – my other 4 children and some of their friends.  You can imagine that it was far from quiet in our house as kids were in every room playing dress-up, or Lego, or hide-and-seek, or who knows what.   Suddenly, I got that strange feeling that something was wrong.  I stopped to listen through the noisy chaos inside the house, but had to go outside to hear.  I seemed to be just drawn to do this even though I didn’t know why – I think that my instincts just kicked in (they had served me well so far in this mothering journey).  What I saw has burned into my memory for life:  walking around the waterfront corner of the little red cottage beside our property was my neighbour carrying her limp, unconscious, wet baby crying for help!  It seems that nobody was home at the place nearest their house (which is unusual since they are always home) when she went there for help.  I yelled to one of my kids to watch Marty and I ran towards her.   My neighbour was crying as she tried to explain that her toddler had fallen in the river and drowned and that she hadn’t known where he had wandered off to and that she looked desperately for him until she found him floating face down in the Rideau River.   Right on the spot, I assessed the baby in 3 seconds flat as it was obvious that he wasn’t breathing.  So I took him and cleared his mouth of seaweed then did something like the Heimlich Maneuver to force any water out of his airway, I hoped.  By then, my kids had heard the screams of the baby’s mother and were on the back porch just staring.  As I walked towards my house, with the child in my arms and his mother following behind me, I yelled to call 911.  One of my children did call 911 while I sat the dripping wet Mom on my kitchen floor with her baby in her arms.  The little lad was now breathing on his own.  I covered them both with a blanket and went to fetch my Midwifery oxygen tank.  Wasn’t that a stroke of luck that the house this lady ended up at belonged to a midwife with her own oxygen?  I remember nervously, albeit full of focus, trying to assemble the regulator on the tank (which I always disconnected in between births) and setting the appropriate flow for a toddler, then putting the mask on him.  We waited for what seemed like an eternity for the ambulance – it was actually 20 minutes.  My wonderful, helpful older children and their friends took it upon themselves, without any instruction from me, to station themselves at all the corners into our property from the main road to help direct the ambulance in unfamiliar territory.   When emergency crews arrived, they agreed that the unconscious child was stabilized and asked where on earth did I get an oxygen tank!  Not their usual find!  They left with my 02 face mask still on the patient and replaced it with a new unopened one.  I contemplated what might have happened IF that lady’s closest neighbour (an elderly couple) had been home and might not have known what to do (they certainly wouldn’t have had their own oxygen tank!).  Later that day, the Children’s Hospital called me to enquire whether I had given CPR – I responded with what I had done with no CPR and they were quite relieved as blowing air into the patient would have moved any particulate further down the airway causing more damage than not doing CPR.  She also said that babies still have this ‘dive reflex’ which prevents them from inhaling water.  Finally, she thanked me.  My wee neighbour Aaron seemed to have no ill effects from his traumatic experience of almost drowning.

Heroes of the Day

Heroes of the Day

Another time, when my Dad was visiting, we were driving back home from shopping.  I happened to notice that our neighbour’s dogs didn’t bark ferociously at us like they always did when we drove by.  After I got the kids inside with Grampa, I wandered over to the neighbours to check things out because I was just uneasy about those dogs.  As I approached, it was apparent that something was dreadfully wrong.  Both dogs were always tied out along an overhead wire at opposite ends so they didn’t get tangled yet could see each other and enjoy the outdoors while their owners are at work all day in the city.  This day, somehow one of the dogs got further on the wire and entangled the smaller dog who then couldn’t retreat back to her dog house.  I don’t know how long that poor pup was out in the hot sun but by the time I got there, she was unconscious and barely breathing.  Now I’m not a Veterinarian but common sense told me to get that dog out of the hot sun and cool her down!  I drenched the poor dog with water from the owners hose first.  Amazingly, the other dog who is known to be assertive just left me do my job and didn’t interfere or even bark.  Then I went home for my van as I remembered that there was an Animal Hospital up the road in a nearby town.  I hosed her down again before I loaded her up – and drove her to that Vet.  Of course, they knew what to do and put the unconscious dog in an alcohol bath to reduce her core body temperature.  I told them whose dog it was but I didn’t know where these people worked.  As fate would have it, THIS was their Veterinarian and they knew exactly how to contact the owners!  The owners were forever grateful as their dogs were their ‘kids’ – I received a lovely gift basket from them too.

My dog Yukon

My dog Yukon

One other time, I was grocery shopping at a local store with my husband and youngest baby.  While adding stuff to our cart and minding our own business, I heard this woman scream “my baby!  my baby!” from the next aisle over.  Instinctively, I ran over to hear her scream that her baby had stopped breathing…….she mumbled that the pacifier was missing…… she said she didn’t know if her baby was choking.  The child seemed to be having a mild seizure.  The baby was belted into a walking ‘umbroller’ stroller so I jumped into action since everyone was just standing there staring.  I untied the baby and right away felt that she was very hot.  I  checked inside her mouth for any choking hazard then did the Heimlich Maneuver anyway and she seemed to be breathing.  I laid her on the cold tile floor as the owner said she’d called 911.   I tried to undo the baby’s sweater to cool her down and asked the owner to get a clean, cold, wet cloth.  I dabbed it over the infant’s head, arms, etc then the ambulance got there.  Apparently, the baby did have a febrile seizure from an extremely high body temperature – in fact, they had recently been at the local hospital because of a burn the baby suffered.  The paramedics commended me for my actions especially putting the child on the cold tile floor……  After they left for the hospital, I continued shopping, just glad that I was in the right place at the right time again.

Well that’s it for now I guess.  Just some stories of a day in the life of Grammom.


Spring has Sprung…….Somewhere

Snow drifts

Snow drifts

This week spring officially arrived in my neck of the woods.  But you’d hardly know it – we still have about 30 cms (a foot) of snow in most areas and even more drifted in 2-3 foot (100 cm) swaths throughout the property.  The temperatures have been below normal with most mornings starting out at -10C (14F) or even colder and most days barely making it to 0! And the days have been dark and gloomy lately.  I’m tired of winter!  I think it’s got to be the time of year because when I checked my archives, l wrote about being sick of winter in early March 2012 ( ‘Yearning for Spring’)

Where's spring?

Where’s spring?

There is heat in the sun now – a warm, wonderful heat that strikes your face and makes your skin tingly.  Every other body part is still covered up since it’s not quite up to zero degrees celsius (32F) these days.   The maple tree sap even stopped running. And the days are getting longer!  Oh joy!  It’s well after 7 p.m. before it’s dark now.

And the air smells like spring too – you know, that fresh smell of outside line-dried laundry.  Ahhh, heavenly!

And water dripping off the roof, forming  very long, crystal-clear icicles shining like daggers.  If you can yank them off carefully and set them in the freezer, they make pretty cool drink stirrers or ice cubes.

Dripping Icicle

Dripping Icicle

And there’s lots of activity at the bird feeders.  I’ve hardly seen Bluejays all winter long, but now they are frequenting my suet feeder daily, screeching loudly.  I used to fill the suet feeder every week and a half or 2 weeks and now I have to fill it several times a week!  Greedy bluejays…..

And Squirrels are everywhere!  Our cat is going nuts running from window to window ‘chasing’ squirrels as they chase each other.  I have a resident squirrel in my wood shed who always skitters quickly away when I come in.  My plan is to block up his ‘doorway’ at the eves, but I’m waiting until early summer just in case she has a family in there.

Squirrel watching

Squirrel watching

And the buds are forming on all the bushes and trees!  That’s a sure sign that soon everything will be green.



I see animal tracks in the snow every day – mostly the feral cat in the neighbourhood who visits our porch during the night.  But today I saw some small tracks down by the river.

Animal Tracks

Animal Tracks

I saw a picture a few weeks ago of the beautiful cherry blossoms in full bloom in Victoria, B.C.  Wow, it was amazing to think of a place in Canada with green grass and blossoms!

I promise, these will be the last winter-like picture I will publish this spring!  BTW, I really did take all these pictures today.  Will the real Spring please stand up!?!

Still waiting for Spring.....

Still waiting for Spring…..

Stompin’ Tom – A Canadian Icon

I think everyone in Canada knows about Stompin’ Tom Connors – for anyone else around the world reading my blog, he was a proud Canadian, folksy-country musician / singer who graced the halls of small town hotels and community centers across the country for decades singing his self-written songs.  Sadly he died last week at the age of 77 years old.  My kids grew up listening to Stompin’ Tom on road trips to the east coast or music blasting from our garage during the summertime.  He was truly a Canadian icon.

Stompin’ Tom Connors was born in New Brunswick, Canada and raised in a foster home in Skinners Pond, Prince Edward Island.  The story goes that Tom left home at the age of 15 to hitch-hike across Canada……. for the next 13 years, writing songs and literally singing for his supper.  In Timmins, Ontario (where my aunt still lives) he was a nickel short for a beer at the Maple Leaf Hotel so he sang a few songs – and a legend was born.   He went on to sing in small hotels and bars right across the country, including our local old hotel in the early 1970’s…… and eventually larger venues.   A waiter at the King George Tavern in Peterborough, Ontario nicknamed him Stompin’ Tom in 1967 because of his habit of stomping his left heel to keep time to his music.

Vintage Cassette Tape

My Vintage Cassette Tape

All Stompin’ Tom Connors’ 300 songs were in reality, a history of Canada.  Some of my favourites include:  Big Joe Mufferaw ( )  which is a song about a legendary French-Canadian logger  who travelled around the Ottawa valley (where I live) visiting many local landmarks (including our local hotel) ;  Bud the Spud “from the bright red mud” ( ),  about a truck driver carrying “another big load of” P.E.I potatoes to Ontario  ;   Tilsonburg ( about when he worked in the tobacco fields in Tilsonburg, Ontario – I burst out in full chorus singing “my back still aches when I hear that word” whenever I’ve overdone it and my back hurts! ; Lady KD Lang, a song about Canadian singer K.D. Lang, who “jumps around like a rangatang” ;  The Ketchup Song (;  The Bug Song because I can relate to THAT one with all the mosquitoes we have around here;  and of course, The Hockey Song, a.k.a. The Good Ol’ Hockey Game ( ,  which is  played at many National Hockey League games in Canada and always at the beginning of Ottawa Senators hockey games.   Many songs were about historical events like Fire in the Mine,  Algoma Central 69 (Railroad), The Black Donnelleys (massacre), and The Martin Hartwell Story (surviving bush pilot), to name a few.

Stompin’ Tom never ‘sold out’ and went to the U.S. to sing or ‘make it big’.  He was as big as HE wanted to be.  I respect him for that.  In 1979 in a fit of frustration and disappointment he returned all 6 of his Juno awards as a statement of personal protest against the Americanization of the Canadian Music Industry.*

Canadian Postage Stamp

Canadian Postage Stamp

Chris and I finally went to see Stompin’ Tom Connors in concert in 2006 at our local arena – it was a real treat to watch such an artist perform!  My sister Betty recalls  “I remember going to Hamilton Place to see him when Mark LaForme, Danny Lockwood and Larry Murphy (friends) toured with him … and I remember Danny bringing us back a tape from PEI about 35 years ago when he was touring all around Canada and we played it constantly!   I remember in 1978-ish, Brent and I went to Timmins  and we went to the Maple Leaf Tavern – where Stompin’ Tom played.  When we went on our family trip in 1989 – we crossed on the ferry to PEI and we had the tape in the tape deck and when we drove onto PEI soil – we blasted Bud the Spud!!… Great memories!!”

I always felt that a “Stompin’ Tom Connors Course” should be given at colleges and universities simply for its historical value.  Each song tells an important story……..a real piece of Canadian history.

Stompin’ Tom Connors had the foresight to leave one final letter to all his fans, to be published after his death:

“Hello friends,

I want all my fans, past, present, or future, to know that without you, there would have not been any Stompin’ Tom.”

“It was a long hard bumpy road, but this great country kept me inspired with it’s beauty, character, and spirit, driving me to keep marching on and devoted to sing about its people and places that make Canada the greatest country in the world.”

“I must now pass the torch, to all of you, to help keep the Maple Leaf flying high, and be the Patriot Canada needs now and in the future.”

“I humbly thank you all, one last time, for allowing me in your homes, I hope I continue to bring a little bit of cheer into your lives from the work I have done.”


Your Friend always,

Stompin’ Tom Connors”*

In the last few weeks of his life, Stompin’ Tom helped plan his own Memorial Celebration now on March 13th, 2013 in Peterborough, Ontario in the local arena which he insisted be open to the public.  In lieu of flowers, the Connors family has asked that “donations be made to your local food bank or homeless shelters, in memory of Stompin’ Tom.”*

What a class act, eh!

What memories of Stompin’ Tom Connors do you have?


Sister Bet's Stompin' Tom concert ticket

Sister Bet’s Stompin’ Tom concert ticket

Maple Syrup Time

This year I decided to tap 4 of my maple trees to collect the sap for making maple syrup.  I actually tapped them about 30 years ago but decided at that time, that they needed to grow for a few more years yet.  Well, I guess 30 years is a ‘few more years’ enough isn’t it!  I stopped in at the local Home Hardware store where I had got my tap spiles last time and sure enough they were in the same spot on those old wooden shelves.  I love this store because you can still buy 1 nail if that’s all you need…..  When the outdoor temperature is just above 0 celsius (32F) during the daytime and the nighttime temperatures dip below zero, then it’s the perfect time to tap maple trees.

Buckets clean and ready to go

Buckets clean and ready to go

My son Darin and granddaughter Livi were coming over around noon so I got all my supplies ready:  I bleached out the honey buckets I had bought for a buck from Bulk Barn last fall as well as the spiles.  I charged up the cordless drill battery, found the correct drill bit, got the hammer out, duct tape, and camera of course.

We trudged down through the snow, dodging doggy ‘landmines’ of poop, to Livi’s favourite swinging Maple tree with the rope on it.  She carried two buckets while I carried the rest lol.  Darin drilled the first hole and Livi was totally amazed and excited when it started dripping right away.  She was in a hurry to get the spile into the hole so we didn’t lose any precious sap, but she didn’t want any help hammering the tap in.  Darin finally had to help her aim the hammer abit…..

Livi helping tap the trees

Livi helping tap the trees

Voila, sap started to drip!  Livi was in a real hurry to get the bucket under the dripping sap and not waste a single drop.  She was as excited as I was to see that liquid gold dripping into the bucket.  We all had a taste – Livi said it was sour lol!  It tasted like barely sweetened water to me.  I didn’t want to ruin the buckets by drilling holes in them for the lids, so I just duct taped them on.

Livi inspecting the sap

Livi inspecting the sap

I told Livi that I had to let the maple sap drip into the bucket then collect it every evening and when we had a couple of gallons, I would boil it down to make maple syrup.  I might do some of this outside on my wood-fired chimnea fireplace since it gives off alot of moisture.  But I was going to keep a pot boiling on my wood cookstove whenever I have a fire going anyway – when it’s been slightly above 0 degrees celsius (32F) and sunny outside, so I haven’t been making a fire in the morning since the house heats up just fine anyway.   It takes about 40 litres of sap to get one litre of maple syrup.  I’ll be happy with whatever I end up with!  It’s really just a project for me…….. a sweet project.

So I guess Spring has really sprung………. tonight we even turn the clocks ahead one hour.

Legendary Chris

High School Prom

High School

Today March 2, 2013 marks the 5th year since my soulmate Chris passed away from metastatic Prostate Cancer at 47 years old.  I want to focus my tribute to him this year on his life.  After his funeral held here at home, I received many letters of condolence from friends including alot of cherished memorable stories about his young life.  I’m going to share these with you today.  Remember, that much of these ‘adventures’ took place before I even knew him, so I take no responsibility for his actions (disclaimer, lol).   Enjoy a good laugh – Chris would have wanted it that way.

“Hi everyone. I just thought I would drop a couple of lines for ‘MAC’:   ‘Smitty’ was at the garage the other night and jumped on the subject of Chris known to everyone as ‘Mac’. There were quite a few people who knew him as Chris but when you mentioned Mac everyone knew him.  One story goes : Chris and a few of his friend’s thought they would put the north half of town out of power, by removing lightbulbs from  people’s outside house lights. The next night after Hydro replaced all the bulb’s they would put the south side out. Well I guess after they got stopped by Bondo Bob (Chief of police) with 2 pick-up trucks loaded with blown and smashed lightbulbs they knew they certainly would not get away with it the following night. Game was over.

Cool dude - 16 yrs old

Cool dude – 16 yrs old

One Halloween they had decided to shower vehicles and people with eggs. They positioned a truck at the north, south, east and west boundaries of town and the crew of 10-15.  They all had keys cut for these truck’s and loaded them from local merchant’s (as if the stores wouldn’t have thought something was up) with dozens upon dozens of eggs. They spread out throughout town and atop any roof and started pelting eggs. Needless to say they all didn’t make it back. Yet again Bondo Bob and our local police force thought they would take them down. Who won, Chris and the crew.  I guess Chris’ name was the first to go over the loud-speaker “Mac off the  roof” yep he was on the roof of the old Red & White store. And when they came down, there was a pick-up waiting there for them. What a smart bunch.  I had a few good times with him as well. I was introduced to him by his father Mel the handy man. Mel had once did alot of reno’s at the garage but when they moved on, Chris was next in line to take over.  This past summer we were building on and putting a roof on the garage and looking for someone to do it and all I wanted to do is pick up the phone and call him. I know that he would have been there to do it for us. I was able to work with Chris out at Jeff’s garage and had a blast out there too. They would get me to tear down engines and help me put them back together. 12:00 noon came and Mrs. B would call to say lunch was ready and we would fight to get out the front door and who ever got to the house first won the t.v. channel. That was me but Jeff and Chris whimpered so much I would have to put on the wrestling channel. Yahoo.  If we were done for the afternoon we would load up the boat and ski’s and head for the Rideau River. There we would meet up with Sue & Hawk, Harry ‘Top drawer’, Dean H., Johnny and some other drifters along the way. One day Chris had this great idea of trying to put 10 or 12 of us up on ski’s – wasn’t that an accident waiting to happen. But he accomplished another goal, we did it!  But the poor boat.  I had the joys of a big brother in my life because there was not going to be any boyfriend unless they met him first – so much for that idea because he told them if they bothered me, he bothered them  – even worse. Thanks – I didn’t date anyone for the next 5 years. Chris was my savior when I needed someone to talk or share something with and he was always there. He walked me through my problems and led me into a direction that he knew I would have great accomplishments in my life. I didn’t come out of school a wizard or have the opportunity to go to college but I did have the opportunity to meet someone really special. I hope you enjoy reading this as I did writing it. Chris may you always be in our hearts and memories and may your memories carry through your family and friends. Love Andrea”

Our Backyard Wedding

Our Backyard Wedding

Steve K. wrote – “I certainly have a story or two about Mac’s youthful adventures: unfortunately, I wasn’t involved directly with the light bulb caper or the great pumpkin stunt to the best of my knowledge.  Anyway, here are some stories in no particular order:

One of the stories I was thinking of the other day, was when Mac and I were still at Holy Cross in grade 8 (yup, 12 years old) and went into the Ottawa Civic Centre to watch the rock band ‘Nazareth’ in concert. Since we were too young to be travelling such great distances and staying up that late on a school night, we came up with (what we thought of at the time) a ‘brilliant’ plan: He told his parent he was sleeping at my place and I told Dad I was sleeping over at his place. (I’m sure no teenager has ever come up with such geniousness before!) Anyway, around 6 PM we took the Voyager bus from the Fina gas station in town and arrived in time for the concert around 7:30. After the conclusion of our first rock concert experience, we again took the bus and arrived back home around 1 AM. It was around this point that we realized our plan wasn’t very well thought through as we had no place to sleep! We ended up hanging around town (and freezing our butts off) for the night, but still managed to get to school on Friday morning in time for class. If I remember correctly, we had a pretty long, yawn-filled day. The tickets for the concert were $12.50 ha ha!

This one takes place during the summer holidays in 1976 on one of those beautiful, hot, cloudless Ontario days…
Mac and I had just returned from a boating adventure on the Rideau River and were tying up the boat behind the sewage treatment plant on Bridge Street. As we were tying up the boat, we smelled something burning and noticed there was a brush fire. (It was later determined that someone was back there playing with fire crackers – Paul C. had been an eye-witness) Anyway, I grabbed the bailing bucket out of the boat, scooped up some water and dashed towards the flames to put them out. In order to get access to the flames as quick as possible I dashed through what I thought was a clearing. As I stepped into this clearing I quickly realized that I had departed terra firma and sank up to my waist in some quicksand-like substance. As I was slowly sinking I had the presence of mind to notice a horrible aroma. Something like manure, but worse. Then it suddenly dawned on me, I was in a sewage pit! As the horror of perishing in human waste quickly washed over me, I screamed out, ‘Holy shit!’ By this time Mac had arrived to my rescue and calmly replied, ‘Yes, I think it is.’ Anyway, Mac hauled me out laughing about as hard as I had ever seen anyone laugh. One of my shoes was sucked off during my extraction, but I figured it would make an acceptable donation to the town and left it down there in the muck. (I wasn’t very keen on sticking my hand in there and having a feel around for it needless to say) Who knows, my shoe might still be there to this day. The jeans I was wearing were in horrible shape as you can imagine. Mac suggested that to clean them in an efficient manner, we could tie them to a rope and tow them behind the boat. Not bad thinking I thought. Anyway, we got the anchor rope re-positioned to the back of the boat and snugly tied the other end through a belt loop and darted off down creek at full throttle on his 9.8 HP Evinrude.  After 10 minutes or so I pulled in my jeans to see how it was working, but to my dismay, not well at all. So we continued out to the big Rideau where we figured the big waves and thrashing around would be just what the doctor ordered. After 30 minutes or so of donuts and figure 8s, I pulled in the rope to have a look. Thinking about it now I shouldn’t have been too surprised, but we weren’t so smart back then. As you guessed, at the end of the rope I discovered a single knot tied tightly around one belt loop which was clearly no longer attached to the jeans! We laughed so hard we cried. The afternoon was finished off with the indignity of me having to ride my bike up Bridge Street to the Farm in my underwear and with one shoe on with Mac riding beside me snickering the whole time. Ah, sweet youth.

Another story that just popped to mind occurred one autumn day when we were on the school bus to Holy Cross. The bus had just arrived in the parking lot and was slowly driving up to the school to let everyone off.  I’m not sure whether it was Mac or I who thought of it, but we decided we could get ourselves off the bus early and opened up the emergency door at the back and hopped down to the pavement while the bus was still moving! Neither one of us were injured and we ran up to the front of the school so our colleagues, who were still seated on the bus, could see us standing there waiting for them. We were sure they would be amazed at our magical dexterity and, in a way that only teenagers can, we stood there with proud grins on our faces. Well, our pride was very short-lived. Little did we know, the school Principal had seen us from his office window and had promptly ran out and unceremoniously escorted us into his office by the scruff of the necks. I think we ended up having to sweep the parking lot during recess as our punishment. Our colleagues and class-mates seemed to enjoy this much, much more than our ‘vanishing and re-appearing’ act from early in the day.”



Sue said: “I keep envisioning ‘Chrissy’ driving his hot-pink plow truck across Heaven, gently moving the clouds for God to have a clear pathway while he considers Chris’ offer to spiff up the Pearly Gates with a coat of paint and possibly, a renovated, more modern look to them.  I always thought of Chris as a gentle giant and a gentleman in his own inimitable way.  He was a loyal and loving husband, Dad, and friend and we’ll sorely miss him – his witty cracks, his joyous, infectious laughter, his infinite love of family and friends.  He was a true gem, one whose memory we shall always treasure.  He’ll always be in our hearts.”

Chris told me a few stories about himself, so here’s some that I’d like to share:

This one Steve’s referred to ‘The Great Pumpkin Caper’ as Chris called it.  One Halloween night when he was a rambunctious teenager, Chris and his buddies had this ‘brilliant’ idea to make use of all the extra pumpkins around town.  Back in the day, there were two main bridges into and out of town – they thought that they would set up all the extra pumpkins in the middle of the road on the bridges after all the little kiddies were done trick-or-treating.  I guess they didn’t think of the consequences of blocking a main road in case an emergency vehicle needed to get through…….. Police Chief Bondo Bob was pretty ticked and knew exactly where to look for who was responsible….

or there’s his experience as an 11 yrs old angelic Alter Boy …….. who got into the  Church’s communal wine and got drunk – brought back home by the priest because he was SO sick ‘with the flu’.

or there was the story about when he was a bouncer named ‘Buckwheat’ for the rock’n roll band Eddy and the Stingrays in their early days down at the ‘Dirty D’……….some drunk guy got too close to the band, so Chris decided to ‘remove’ him and before you know it, all hell broke loose – people were flying across pool tables and everything.  I’m glad THAT was before my time.

Eating in a fancy restaurant

Eating in a fancy restaurant

There are a lifetime of stories about Chris that I could regale, but I’ll leave that for another time.

Amanda said “the remembering has more smiles than tears”……..oh, so true.

Last year ‘Remembering Chris’ can be found here


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