And this small, slender fish is actually much healthier and tastier than you may think, although it may never become one of your favorite foods. The locals each have their own way to prepare them, from frying, to roasting over an open campfire, to pickling, along with the traditional method of salting and drying the fish. Regardless of how much you love the taste, catching them is a local food experience you’ll certainly never forget.
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On Apr 21, 2022, at 11:01 PM, Scott Bartle <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:Thanks Alan, that was very good !Some have said that the team couldn’t have won without our help 😄EPISODE 670 A — BLUE JAYS WoN WORLD SERIES 1992 AND 1993 — WE SOLD BLUE J’salan skeochapril 21, 2022
THE BLUE “J” CA[PER 1993 (PARKDALE ROTARY CLUB)
SCOTT BARTLE sent this picture today (April 21,2022)a. Impossible to forget those halcyon days of
1992 and 1993 when our Bluejys won back to back Baseball World Series championships.Back then I was a member of the tiny Parkdale Rotary Club … a club that made up forits size in spirit a lot of which was generated by Scott Bartle although he would insistthat was not the case.“Rotarians, I have a plan whereby we can make a little money and have a good time doing it.”“You have a plan?”“We can sell Blue J’s at the stadium…got clearance to do so.:“What is a Blue J ?”“Exactly what it says it is…a Blue J, made of foam rubber, about 2 feet long and 2 inches thick…soft as a baby’s bottom.”“Who would buy them?”“Fans…we are in the World Series for the second time…some would want a souvenir…others would want something softto put their bums on…either way they will sell and we’l get a percentage for community work.”“When?;’”“Final game …need everybody out selling.”“Can Marjorie come as well?”“Need all the help we can get.”Recent picture of Scott Bartle with a Paul Harris Rotary award.PARKDALE ROTARY CLUB — SMALL GROUP WITH BIG INTENTIONS(NOTE: Scott Bartle, and friends Frank and Bruce, invented the Blue J concept and thenproduced them. The market was never big enough so the Blue J moment in historywas short but a lot of fun.)And so the adventure began. Our principal, Bob Putnam, had joined the Parkdale Rotary Club as part of hiscommunity outreach. Then the Board of Education shuffled him off to Western Tech. And I tookhis place with the Rotarians. This was not easy. Teaching full time does not leave much time forcommunity work. But it was important. Parkdale was a needy community. Still is today. Neededthe Rotarians. I felt strongly that the community that paid my salary should get something back…samefeeling as the example set by Bob Putnam. But how to get the time?And now expected to sell Blue J’s at our baseball stadium. Like selling popcorn and peanuts. Ratherdemeaning. Lessons to prepare, papers to mark…where will I find the time? Time was found. Good time.So glad we made time for this adventure.I will never forget the game. Nice warm sunny day with thousands of people streaming intothe place. We…our whole club with wives and others…intercepted the crowd inside. “Get your Blue J…only $5”“GET A BLUE J…TO SIT ON” “GET a Blue J to wave the team on to victory.” “Better than popcorn.” (and other assorted yells)Scott had a truckload of the Blue J’s ready.I am writing this note on April 21, 2022. Someevents are fuzzy. but I remember much that day back in 1993 asif it was yesterday. “Get your Blue J…now…Before we are sold out.” (a huckster’s lie).Two incidents come to mind in particular.1): “Alan, look over there. That’s Mike Harris from North Bay. I’m going over to sayhello…knew his mom and dad well, Hope and Dean were raised near Parkdale before moving to North Bay…I even had a date with his older brother Sid…backthen Mike was just a little boy but he might remember.”’’“Well, how did it go?”“Failed…he would not even look at me.”Marjorie tried…failed.“Alan, he would not even look at me.”“Must have been the Blue J’s you were holding…maybe he did not have five bucks.”…maybe he thought you wanted his signature on the Blue J?“He just lost my vote.”2) “Alan,” said Scott, “You take the centre aisle that runs from the bleachers right down to home plate.”“Just me?”“Marjorie and you.”So I nabbed the prize aisle. From the people with no money in the gods to thethe moneybag bunch behind home plate. “Get Your Blue J … Five Bucks”I sold a bunch but was surprised at the response from some of the frontline fans. “Get out of the way!” “For God’s sake sit down!” “I paid to see the goddman name…not to see a huckster like you”“Do you have a permit?””You son of a bitch, I missed that pitch.” “Prick!” Kind remarks like that…lots of them. What was I to do?”The answer was obvious. Answer given by the fans. “Sit Down!” So I sat down on the cement stepsjust above the catcher…direct line from the pitcher. Comfortable on my pile of Blue Js. Marjorie was selling at the top anddoing well. I was not needed. Hoped that Scott did not see me.”Strange. I have searched through many pictures of the fans in 1993. Lots ofpictures of Joe Carter and Pau Molitor but no picture of fans waving a Blue J.Why is that? Maybe Blue Jay management expected a cut of our small communitybudget.
POST SCRIPT: I Write this in memory of Tommy MacTaggart, Rotarian, whose memorial will be celebrated in Aliston on May 15.POST SCRPT: IF you can find an old 1993 copy of Sports Illustrated you will find us waving and selling our Blue J’s…evena pic of me sitting down behind home plate.POST SCRIPT: AT one point I was treasurer of our Rotary Club. That was an eye opener. Up untilthen I thought Rotarians were all well healed business people. Nor so. Most were just people of modest meanswho wanted to help other people. Much of the money raised went to help support the Redwood shelter for womenfleeing abusive relationships.alan skeochapril 21,2022
SCOTT BARTLE sent this picture today (April 21,2022)a. Impossible to forget those halcyon days of
1992 and 1993 when our Bluejys won back to back Baseball World Series championships.
EPISODE 566 “TO SIR, WITH LOVE!” JOHN RICKER TURNS 99 YEARS OLDalan skeochApril 19, 2022
Impact on one young teacher
Teachable moments do occur, and this is one of them.
(THIS note was intended as a birthday card to John Ricker, my teacher, but now seemsit should be a bit bigger than that. So it is now EPISODE 566, very personal kind of Episode.)
Hi Marvi and JohnOf course Marjorie and I want to wish John a Happy Birthday…99 years…the CastelfieldInstitute has been a wonderful way of maintaining contact with youJohn.I am so glad you forgot to send my bill for all those bottles of beerand sandwiches. Do not send bill now…too deep in the past.I remember my grandmother and grandfather celebrating their 95thand grandma said to me: “Alan, it seems like only yesterday.”She was referring to her lifespan…this motivated me to try and putthat lifespan together so others could share in her life history. The researchsure surprised me and I am still digging. i.e. Was the rather infamousDr. Price, a Welshman who impregnated many women including mygreat Grandmother,…was he really that Dr. Price?Family lore said Dr. Price was a man who evaded responsibility. Bydigging I discovered that was not the case. He disbelieved in marriagebut paid for my grandmother to attend a very fancy ladies collegein Kington…she emerged as a ‘lady’ which meant my grandfather wasexpected to tip his hat to her. I am not sure he did that.Why tell you this? Because “only yesterday” applies so well to youand the richness of your past. I can only imagine your pacifist father’sshock when he discovered you had volunteered for the air force.And I know much about the horror you faced in bomber command.;;and can feel the loss you felt when so many friends did not return.
But also you resolved to get on with life and make a career of teaching
Only yesterday! Lots of good times, John, especially the impact youhad on me as a very naive potential teacher. Your ‘antics’ at thefront of the room were worth replicating with warmth and gusto.Always a serious thread of solid history giving your lessons real meaning.I remember one odd lesson on “doing projects” where your studentsat Parkdale made historical objects like siege weapons of ancienttimes. My students did the same only went one better. The girlsmade dresses … i.e. Marie Antoinette’s dress…and wore themto class. One dress I kept to show other students and then returnedit to her 30 years later. “Sir, I swiped the dress material from a yardgoods store in Parkdale.” How could she do that? Under her owndress? I should have asked.One of the things that makes me really good about the career pathyou sent me on at Parkdale is the continuing contact I have withsome of the ex-students. Two of them, Jeanette Chau and Julia (Walkely) Sherman.
even nominated me forsome ‘writer of the year’ award in Mississauga. Imagine that?After retiring in 1999…being still remembered. Like you I am out to pasture and enjoying therich red clover that the bees enjoy. To be remembered is Sweet all the same.
What was I doing at the OCE winter program when most of myfriends had taken the speed up summer program? I thoughtthe longer course would be better. And to do so I turned downmany job offers from Humberside and others. If I was to be ateacher I wanted the best grounding possible. And got it.Partway through the winter course you sent me to Brockville fora paid job for two weeks. What a rare privilege. Accomodation was arrangedwith an Irish family that wanted me to play checkers with themeach evening. How could I prepare lessons? Only after they went to bed.But Must do the lessons. Not hired as a babysitter. Those kids expected some big questions. Someof my best lessons began the way you began often. “Can you help me.” “I do not forthe life of me understand why Riel was executed by John A.. Macdonald?”(long long pause) ” Can anyone help me?”Homework! A thorny isaue. Too much homework can destroy theimpact of the big questions. Maybe best to ignore homework. Most boyswould not do homework anyway. Some could not read. Some couldnot understand abstractions anyway. Some did not give a damn.But all were capable of being motivated.I remember another teacher who you must have known. Evan Cruickshankwas my teacher at Humberside then moved to Parkdale. You two hadsimilarities in that you could motivate students with big questions. “Crooky”once said in class in answer to a student question…”I don’t know.”That night I went to the library ro help him out and told him privatley the next daythe info he needed. He thanked me. Later I realized it was a teaching method.He could trigger kids to do things they rarely did…like doing research ina library…alone.
Difficult students were a challenge. I loved trying to turn them around.Like the kids that told me to ‘Fuck Off!” They were the best to turnaround and the easiest. You told me I would meet these kids.
If a kid reached the stage of frustration thathe or she was ready to use that expletive then the student was readyfor a teachable moment. Lots of unhappy kids at Parkdale. Kidsthat needed help without fawning. “Alan, if you take the job at Parkdale,you will never leave.” You were so right, John. And what an honour tobe a teacher in the school where you were once a student and becamea teacher after the horrors of World War II. It was a trust bestowed.
Then there was Simon Cotter. President of the student council who
In your OCE classes way back in 1963 there was no one in the roomthat you did not notice. A collective. No favouritism. All were tied up in one bundle.I loved that. Sucking around was never something I liked doing.I wanted my teachers to be above favouritism even if they had favourites.Some of the students i taught so many years ago still call me “Sir”and have difficulty calling me “Alan” which to me means there was respectfor the distance between teachers and students. And no favoritism evenif I had favoriites like Conrad Blonski whose mother was barely holdingon…living below the poverty line as a “carnie” with a popgun boothat local carnivals. “Where do you sleep, Conrad?” “On the floor beneaththe popguns.” he said without feeling sorry for himself. Who could not lovesuch a kid.? He loved me. Sounds so vain to say that. How do I know? Because he punched meon the shoulder often with a “:good morning, sir” The happiest times of hislife were his student days at Parkdale. Sad to say that. Good teachershave that skill. You did. I tried to emulate. No sucking around. Respect.Rather long “Happy Birthday”, John. But it could be one hell of s lot longer.alan skeoch(we have known each otherfor 63 years…I now call you Johnbut called you ’sir’ for many years.)