Hi everyone: With the following question we got a response from a few ‘old faithfuls’. A big welcome to Margaret Buchanan Power who joins our discussions for the first time. Margaret attended St. Pauls (Class of 1962).
But first, here is the answer to our mystery photos submitted by Gerri Fitzgerald Nimmo. Thanks also to Jim Butler, Audrey Mingo Grantham and Bob McKinnon for their guesses.
Fitzgerald, age about 21, St. Joe's
Now the question for this time:
If you could have one thing be just the same in Gander as when you grew up there what might it be it would be? I'm thinking of a 'moment in time' 'or a specific slice of life', example.
For some it might be sitting in your classroom and see all the faces as they were just before you finished school...or maybe it was stopping by the gift shop at the old terminal...or could it be enjoying a late night lunch at an old friend's house...could it be sitting around the Christmas tree in old town Gander with the family?...just one or two glimpses of the past that you can remember well...Here’s what we got…
Maybe your recall will help stir memories for others who will decide to attend the school reunion being held in Gander the weekend of Aug. 21, 2010. The committee is still accepting registrations…we hope to see you there...
Faye Lewis Raynard, GA Class of 1959
A New Mystery:
But wait, here are a couple of mystery photos submitted by Bob McKinnon., SJ Class of 1961.
Can you help identify…??
Back to the question…A glimpse of a special moment in time or Gander people and places who live on in our memories..
For me it would have to be the old Globe and Star theaters. Saturday matinees at the Star, with everybody cheering on the heroes, or attending one of those first Cinamascope movies at the Globe. It was special, something to cherish. Children today don't get to experience things the way we did, many things are taken for granted.
Denny Pritchett, GA Class of 1963
I'm thinking of a 'moment in time' 'or a specific slice of life', example.
When we were children living in Building 60 which is now the airport, we spent most of our time at or near the bog, catching frogs, picking berries, and playing in the remnants of the old planes that had been abandoned there. These were years of total freedom and innocence without fear of predators of any kind.
I remember the time when the Rocket visited St. Paul's . He gave each of us his signed picture. He also wrote his autograph in my autograph book. I still have it with the autograph of many of my friends and teachers of more than fifty years ago.
After the TransCanada highway was built (we would have been 11 or 12 at the time ) in the summer Genny Rogers, Barbara Carlson and I would pack a lunch and ride our bikes to Soulies Brook ( if I remember the spelling correctly). We would leave our bikes by the side of the road so that Mr. Rogers would see them when he came in his truck after work to pick us up.
Margaret Buchanan Power, SP Class of 1962
I have just finished reading the latest issue of CANADA'S HISTORY, formerly THE BEAVER, This issue was devoted to Shell Shock or Battle Fatigue, or Post-traumatic Stress, or Operational Stress Injury.
For the two years that I was in Gander there was a gentleman who we were told was shell shocked (the name used then) He would walk around the sidewalks talking to himself and paying no attention to anyone he would meet. Was he Bobby Lodge?
I for one never took an interest in him - more to my shame. But he belonged to someone and some home. I remember him as being clean and dressed for the weather- as if his relatives realized how he would spend his time outdoors and realized what they could best do for him.
He stayed with someone 'on' Gander. Perhaps some of our students would remember him and his plight.
Clarence Dewling, Teacher GA 1959
Both Angus and I, and many others our age, were very familiar with Bobby Lodge. I echo Angus' reflection, and as Angus has said, I also wish I had known then, what I think I know and understand far more succinctly now.
We knew him as Uncle Bobby Lodge. Although I need not remind most, I will point out that the moniker UNCLE or SKIPPER, is, in Newfoundland, a term used to impart the utmost respect. Perhaps even then, though we were very young and naive, we somehow understood what this conveyed about the man and his circumstance. I like to think it was a reflection of our elders understanding of Mr. Lodge and his “condition”.
Sorry to rail on but this one strikes a nerve.
Dave Robertson, GA Class of 1961
Oh and here is one more memory unrelated to the question. Something brought up in chitchat with Frank Goulding. He talked about the baseball photo submitted by Don Carter in an earlier visit on Faye’s Place... The game was played on the field on Elizabeth Drive.
I played many a ball game on that field…we played there almost every day after school. I remember one time a guy named Eric Stratton put a ball through the window in the PMQ at the end of the field that was a very good hit back then. There wasn't too many of us could hit the ball that far.
Frank Goulding, GA Class of 1959
See you next time, right here on Faye’s Place. I’ll forward the next question to you via email. Meanwhile feel free to write to me at email@example.com with ideas for conversation or photos of days gone by in Gander. Thanks everyone.