We were one of the last vehicles that pulled out of the Jubilee Recreation Centre in Fort Saskatchewan just after 11:30 p.m., 10 years ago Thursday.
Our son Darren and I just watched Game 3 of the Alberta Junior Hockey League semi-final between the Fort Saskatchewan Traders and the Okotoks Oilers. Darren and I turned east on the highway after re-hashing the 5-3 Fort Saskatchewan win.
“Tell me,” Darren said as we picked up speed and headed towards Edmonton, “about Grandpa Tait.
“You’ve told me a few stories about Grandpa but I’d like to know more.”
My dad, Harold, was living in the Good Samaritan Southgate Care Centre and I planned on going to visit him the next day.
“Grandpa played goal, didn’t he?” asked Darren.
Yes, he did. Didn’t wear a face mask, and just pieces of leather strapped to his legs for games played outdoors in the 1930s.
“He told me one of his defencemen played for the Detroit Red Wings and won a Stanley Cup. Who was that?” Darren asked.
That was Keith Allen, who grew up with Dad in Meota, Sask., a 20-minute drive north of North Battleford. In fact, Mr. Allen encouraged Dad to try-out for the Saskatoon Quakers with him. Mr. Allen said Dad would make the team, no problem — but my father chose to stay on the family farm.
“Didn’t you tell me about something he did involving Ex-Lax?” Darren said.
I did, indeed. When Dad was around 20 years old, he invited a few…
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