Stories are starting to roll in for the project I suggested for my hometown’s 100th anniversary. Here’s mine:
“I was born in the Temiscaming hospital in 1948.
I used to live on Riordon Ave., above the pipes as it was known back then. The pipes were two black wooden pipelines that snaked through town, ending at the Gatineau Powerhouse, at the waterfront.
Sometimes we kids used to take shortcuts under the pipes to get wherever we wanted to go. It was quicker than taking the footbridge.
These pipelines always had water leaking out somewhere and, in the winter, it was quite common for ice to form below them, making it necessary to slide on your stomach in some places to squeeze through.
I did that one cold winter day on the way to school and the zipper on my parka got a little water on it and as soon as it came in contact with the ice, I was stuck! I couldn’t move.
Luckily for me, Bucko Brunette was using the same shortcut to go to his school (Ecole Ste. Therese) above the pipes.
When he heard me crying for help, he ran to Benoit’s IGA and the butcher came over and pulled me free.
I will always be grateful to Bucko and that IGA butcher.
I went home to dry off and-when I got back-to school in the afternoon, a rumour had started that I had been frozen solid in the ice and the butcher had to chop me out.
Oh, the fond memories I continue to have of my Temiscaming.”
I hope that the readers will enjoy my contribution; I know that many of us had experiences with the pipeline!