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


17 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Oldschool
    Mar 02, 2013 @ 09:31:25

    wow what wonderful stories
    I am laughing through the tears


  2. Betty
    Mar 02, 2013 @ 11:00:11

    Such great stories Lin… Chris crossed my mind yesterday on my way to work…
    I was thinking about what a wonderful husband and father he was… and how he respected each and every individuals’ sometimes kooky ways…(I’m talking about me!!…LOL)…

    I also smile when I think of that antique wooden box I bought for $2 at a garage sale (actually it didn’t cost me anything because when I got home I found $2 in the bottom of the box!!) and Chris said “What the heck are you going to do with that piece of junk”!!… and the next day we went to the antique store and saw the same box for sale for $35!!!… I never let him live that one down!!… I teased him about that $2 box and how much I could get for it – for years!!…

    He used to drive us – you, myself, Faye and any of the kids who wanted to be loaded up in to the van – around to all the garage sales when we went to visit ya’s… I think he got a kick out of how fast we were able to get out of that van to look at all the goodies… and then he would roll his eyes and shake his head when we finally came back to the van with our treasures!!!… I think he truly enjoyed watching the love of his life… having fun with her sisters… and how he put up with us sometimes – I’ll never know!!…

    And last but not least – I will NEVER forget how good his mashed potatoes were!!… I am an absolute potato freak and now EVERY time I have mashed potatoes I make them the same way that Chris did!! Thanks Chris for showing me how to love my potatoes even more!!!

    Love Bet… xo

    P.S. I can’t get over how much Melvin looks like Chris in those pictures!!!


    • grammomsblog
      Mar 02, 2013 @ 11:14:44

      I knew you’d notice how much Melvin looks like his Dad as teenagers!
      Oh ya, that wooden box! lol I actually found an old wooden Pepsi box at a garage sale last year and bought it ‘in memory of Chris’.
      Yes he did make great mashed potatoes by adding an egg and abit of milk and whipping them furiously by hand!
      Good old times and memories…..


  3. Andrea
    Mar 02, 2013 @ 12:29:45

    Thank You Linda for sharing these great stories. It was great to have him in my life and still think of him often.


  4. Wild_E
    Mar 02, 2013 @ 13:30:36

    Thank you for sharing and take care


  5. thebeadden
    Mar 02, 2013 @ 22:42:13

    I don’t really know what to say. It is a wonderful tribute, sorry for your loss. 😦


  6. df
    Mar 03, 2013 @ 18:15:42

    You must miss him sorely. A funny and lovely tribute.


  7. Wild_E
    Mar 03, 2013 @ 18:21:39

    Reblogged this on WildernessReturn and commented:
    Re-Blogging this from Grammasblog,
    Loving tribute to her Late Husband. This is a moving story full of laughs, introspectives into his life and character as well as some sad moments as well.


    • grammomsblog
      Mar 03, 2013 @ 18:50:13

      Well, thank you very much Wild_E….. this is the first post of mine that has ever been ‘re-blogged’!


      • Wild_E
        Mar 03, 2013 @ 20:14:30

        I only reblog important and relevant posts. This on was touching, made you smile, made you say hmmm, with a sence of happiness over a life well lived.

        It was MY Honour to re-blog this very nice tribute to Chris/Mac 🙂

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