Book 10 January 2020 Stories by Ross Goheen about life when his Dad was Principal of Havelock High School 1937 - 1944 FOREWORD HAVELOCK HIGH SCHOOL around 1940 Tiglath Pilesar, Socrates the Wise Great Julius Caesar a nd many other guys All came from HAVELOCK When HAVELOCK was new We come from HAVELOCK And ǁe͛re famous too Okay, so you quit reading at the first line. You should haǀe kept reading until LJou got to ͞ Haǀelock͟ This ǁas one of Haǀelock͛s ͞ LJell͟s in late 1930s and early 1940s. School yells were what we did in unison at inter - school sports competitions to show our allegiance to our school. The ancient names in the first line were to adv ertise the fact that we knew some ancient history. Some yells paraded Greek names, long after the Greek language was eliminated from nearly all high schools. For example : ͞ Themisticles͕ ThermopLJlae͕ The Peloponesian War ͙ ͙ ͙ ͙ etc ͟ This was the first line of a yell copied and screamed by m any high school s at the time . Th ose Greek names were throwbacks from an earlier era ǁhen enrolment at a high school or ͞ Gr a mmar School͟ ǁas for the elite͘ T he ͞ elite͟ students had to tell th ose un educated farmers that they could spout off ancient Greek words. That was long before my time but th os e old yells were still around. I don͛t recall anLJ of Norǁood High School͛s special LJ ells, but I do remember part of one of Campbellford High School ͛ s͗ ͞ Get a ǀeǀi͕ get a ǀeǀi , Get a vevi vovi vum ͞ Bing get a cat - trap, Bing get a rat - trap͟ ----- and more Well that͛s ǁhat it sounded like to me anLJǁaLJ͘ I belieǀe Campbellford͛s students ǁere more sophisticated than ǁe ǁere͘ So Haǀelock͛s replLJ ǁould likelLJ be an irreverent couplet led by one our student s Bill Copp which we all screamed far more enthusiastically than those Latin or Greek yells . After a clever yell by an enemy high school, Bill would lead us with one of his several s pecials like : ͞ Up the river, down the river float float float Listen to the bullfrogs croak croak croak ͟ Havelock High School is long gone but a few of us old - timers fondly remember it and some of my stories may bring back a memory or two. Havelock is either the site of e ach story or prominent in the story line in this book . The in tr o ductio n to some stories may not be about Havelock, quoting or focus ing on one of my children , little vignettes during their growing up These introductions have nothing to do with Havelock. They usually have something to do with the ensuing story. But not always. Ever from Havelock , ROSS W GOHEEN January 2020 Havelock Schools c.1920 Photo from Harold Hunter͛s ͞ HAVELOCK THROUGH THE YEARS ͟ Dr. Ross Goheen lived in Havelock where he went to school from Grade 6 to Grade 13 when his father Raymond W Goheen was Principal of Havelock High School. That was really only a short part of his life (now age 92 in 2019) but he still thinks of Havelock as his home town. He has been married to his wife Rilyne for 66 years and they have 6 children, 17 grandchildren and 23 great grandchildren several of whom are quoted or mentioned in some stories. He taught school and coached sports in both Canada and USA and is now retired in Strathroy Ontario. His doctorate is in Education where he spent most of his career but he also had a 5-year term in Metallurgical Engineering. As he ages, he rarely gets to Havelock but his stories show that maybe he left his heart there. (further bio page 26) ARRIVING in HAVELOCK W ritten May 14 2010 Page 1 I vividly remember my first day at school in Havelock . Dad and Allan arrived in town ahead of Mother and the younger children. So my firƐƚ daLJ aƚ Ɛchool ǁaƐ a ǁeek afƚer Allan͛Ɛ͘ I ƐƚƵck cloƐe ƚo Allan aƐ I ǀenƚƵred inƚo ƚhe Ɛchool - yard that first morning. He already knew some of the guys. He knew Eddie Fleming anLJǁaLJ becaƵƐe ƚhe firƐƚ ƚhing he Ɛaid ƚo anLJbodLJ in ƚhe ƐchoolLJard ǁaƐ͕ ͞ G͛daLJ Eddie͘͟ I had neǀer heard anLJbodLJ ƐaLJ ͞ g͛daLJ͟ before Ɛo I kneǁ I ǁaƐ in a ǁhole neǁ ǁorld͘ My first teacher was Miss Nellie Watson who soon became my all - time favo r ite teacher and got me off to a good start in Havelock. About the second day I met Bob Watson. He was friendly and soon became my best friend. The boy who sat in front of me in class, Don Ketchen, was killed in World Wa r II a few years later. His broth er Jack Ketchen also never came back. They were both old enough to be conscripted into the army during the war but I was only 16 when the war ended. Maybe there were other war - casualty class - mates whom I have forgotten, but I can͛ƚ forgeƚ Don Keƚchen͘ He was the biggest boy in the class but he was kind to me, the smallest boy in the class. My father had spent ten years in Waterford as a teacher and p rincipal of the high school there Havelock High School was small But he adjust ed and set about to raise the standard of his new school. He kept the 12 th graders by emphasiz ing grade 13. He recruited eighth graders who otherwise would have dropped out of the system in those days He soon got good reports from the Department of Educat ion for the tone he set in his new school Within a year they had to hire a nother teacher to accommodate his success in recruiting and in discouraging apt students from drop ping out. It was 1937 at the height of the Great Depression and jobs were very scarce . Dad had won the job perhaps partly because he had a good record as pri ncipal of a nother high school in Ontario , but likely even more due to an impulsive decision he made on the day he applied for the job. He jump ed in to help a farmer piƚching haLJ in a field͘ The farmer͛Ɛ ǁife͕ MrƐ͘ RigbLJ , happened to be a member of the school board who was commiƐƐioned ƚo inƚerǀieǁ applicanƚƐ for ƚhe Principal͛Ɛ job͘ Iƚ ƚƵrned oƵƚ ƚo be a ǁiƐe moǀe ; Mrs. Rigby was impressed, Dad was hired and stayed seven years. The school was c losed seven years after he left and the pupils bussed to Norwood. I haǀe manLJ fond memorieƐ of Haǀelock and iƚ ǁill alǁaLJƐ be mLJ ͚ home ƚoǁn͛ alƚhoƵgh I Ɛeldom ǀiƐiƚ ƚhere noǁ͘ Our family came to Havelock with six children an d Mother pregnant with Raymie. Carol, the last of our eight siblings was also born there. She was born in DoƵg YoƵng͛Ɛ hoƵƐe on MaƚhiƐon Sƚreeƚ͘ His wife was a nurse and Dr.Don Holdcroft was the docto r. My Mother also taught one year in Havelock Public School after Carol started to school. Parties which we had about once a year were big events. I n ever hosted one but I went to a few and I recall pouring over the invitation list for a birthday party Bob Watson h el d. We spent days pairing the boys off with the girl s . B ut that didn͛ƚ really matter : few boy s came with a girl or took her home anyway At least I never did. A ll our party games were group games like Poor - house. We only talked about risqué games like Post Office and Spin the Bottle, we never played them. Our mos t daring game was Wink where the guy with the empty chair got to wink at a girl sitting in the circle . The guy behind the girl he winked at was supposed to grab her be fore she got away to travel across the circle and sit in front of the guy that winked. The real game going on was the guy pretending he was trying to grab but really letting her get away so he could wink at another girl . The other part of the real game w as the girl not really trying to escape if she happened to enjoy being grabb ed by the particular boy behind her. The game ǁaƐn͛ƚ ƚoo complicaƚed bƵƚ LJoƵ can Ɛee ƚhe reaƐoning behind oƵr carefƵl Ɛelecƚion of ƚhe invitation list and the necessity of pairing them off ʹ if only to have an equal number of the genders. ALLAN, ROSS, VERN, WINSTON, SHIRLEY, EVELYN Our family arrived in Havelock in September 1937 with six kids. The seventh, RAYMIE, was born Feb. 1938 ROSS, BOB WATSON & MARILYN HUTCHINSON Page 2 GOOD OLD DAYS W ritten F ebruary 27 2010 Peanut butter was a family staple which we purchased in as large jars as we could buy. A very large peanut butter container had just been emptied. Momma thought it might be useful to help one of the kids organize his or her things in the bedroom. She won dered if anyone would like it. Suddenly the popularity of peanut butter jars soared to unprecedented heights as several of the children immediately realized that was exactly what they had been looking for to hold their crayons or whatever. But Joel (Kinde rgar t en) felt his need for the sought - after prize was much more urgent than all the others ͛ ͞ I͛ll take it͕͟ he annoƵnced͕ ͞ becaƵse at shoǁ and tell ǁe͛re talking ab oƵt big peanƵt bƵtter jars͘͟ In the 1930s my parents bought our peanut butter in bulk from big barrels in the grocery store s . The peanut bƵtter ǁas scooped oƵt and plastered into ͞ boats͕͟ traLJs made oƵt of a thin layer of wood. Many other items were dispensed from large supply container s in grocery and hardware stores. Similar to the stores y oƵ͛ǀe probablLJ seen in ͞ The Walton s͟ or ͞ Lit tle HoƵse on the Prairie͘͟ Wh en we came to Havelock Carman Coon came around to our house every morning to take M other͛s grocerLJ order . Then Sam Southward delivered it in the afternoon pulling a piled - up little wagon. If we needed something mother forgot to order I was dispatched to get it. It was easy to acquire any cookies or candLJ I ǁanted becaƵse eǀerLJthing ǁent ͞ on the bill͟ to be paid at the end of the month͘ It i s such practices that result in the expression ͞ the good ol ͛ days ͟ ͘ But really, m ost things ǁeren͛t good ol ͛ at all W e didn͛t haǀe electric refrigerators or stoves you can click on and off and thousands of other conveniences we take for granted today F ood refrigeration took place in the ͞ ice bodž͘͟ BƵt that was okay. We got to follow the ice truck around town in summertime and suck on chips of ice. That was ͞ good ol͛͘͟ We did have an indoor ͚ toilet͛ in Haǀelock in ǁinter time bƵt the ͞ pocon pail͟ had t o be carried out side and emptied by somebody every day. In the summer everything happened outside The fuel that heated the house was delivered in ͚ cordǁood͛ lengths of wood ʹ about 4 feet long. Dad had to schedule in the saw man to cut it into ͚ stoǀeǁood͛ lengths ʹ about 16 inches long that would fit into the furnace and the kitchen stove. After the saw man left there was a huge pile of wood in th e yard. That was when the work started. MƵch of it had to be split ǁith an adže and then all of it had to be transported into the basement͘ It doesn͛t take a lot of imagination to figure out how it got from the lawn into the basement. Fortunately our fa mily had four boys ʹ that is why all families needed boys then. We split it and carried it to the basement window and threw it in side for a brother working inside pil ing it neatlLJ so it didn͛t fill Ƶp the ǁhole cellar͘ Of coƵrse the laboƵr didn͛t end the re. All winter i t had to be put into the furnace or carried upstairs to the kitchen. Coal was a bit less labour - intensitive but rather dirty. The coal truck put the coal into the coal bin via a chute through the basement window . From there it had to be shoveled it into the furnace or carried it upstairs in the coal scuttle. One of the three different houses we occupied in Havelock could be coal - heated so I got some experience in shoveling coal. When we played baseball, the batter was followed by a gƵLJ ͞ on deck ͟ ͕ then a gƵLJ ͞ in the hole ͟ ͕ and the foƵrth batter ǁas ͞ shoveling coal ͟ ͘ NobodLJ ǁondered ǁhere those expressions came from. We had some toys ʹ I fondly remember playing with trucks with my brothers . Allan was Mr.Dongo and I was Mr.Heron. We each claimed to have made up our names from sc r atch Allan accƵsed me seǀeral times of copLJing mLJ ͚ name͛ but I was certain there was no such word as ͞ Heron͟ before I came along At least we were all living an exciting occupation in the dirt. N one of us was like our Dad ǁho ǁas onlLJ a ͞ plain man͟ becaƵse all he did ǁas to be the principal of the high school . Much later I remember the games Allan (mostly) and Clarence Price devised to make summer holidays fun. We played the usual games like hide and go s eek, may I, red light, etc͘ bƵt the games Allan inǀented ǁere challenging and complicated͘ One game ǁas spending hoƵrs draǁing ͚ Berlin͛ on neǁsprin t, then plaLJing ͞ Bomb Berlin ͟ ͘ W e dropped used 22 rifle shells filled with coloured water from high in the air ʹ ͚ high͛ being as high as ǁe could reach standing on a kitchen chair. Each of us had his own bomb colour (water colours) so after our air raid we examine d Berlin to see whose bomb hit the most strategic targets we had drawn. T he bombs took a whole lot less time to destroy our city than the many hours it required to make it -- bƵt isn͛t that realitLJ͍ Rules for some of our other games , like our boat races in the creek , were simpler. Our boats were sticks that usually got swep t away down the man - hole at the finish line. We etched our s cores boldly on the back of Mr͘ Coon͛s barn with a sharp stone True, w e were defacing a private structure but nobody seemed to care in the good ol͛ days and a ll our games in the good ol͛ daLJs were a lot cheaper than todaLJ͛s electronic games And just as fun. LAUNDRY Written December 17 2011 Page 3 Conventional ǁisdom states that it is harder to raise a familLJ noǁadaLJs than it ͞ used to be͘͟ It doesn͛t take a lot of deep thought to co me up with examples how that is true. TV and other electronic ͚ social media͛ certainlLJ don͛t make it easier noǁadaLJs and social attitudes that inform us that it is ǁrong to spank children͕ ;even ͚ lovinglLJ͛Ϳ͕ and correcting children can bruise them psychologically, etc͘etc͘ Here is not the place to discuss the pros and cons of todaLJ͛s milieu but it is a good lead - in to one of our M other͛s main challenges and prove that it was not all that much easier to raise a family in Havelock two generation s ago Let͛s talk about the laundry challenge. Mother had a washing machine that required squeezing some of the water from each item coming out of the wash by pushing it through the ͟ wringer s͟ . Earlier models required the wringer s to be turned by hand. But fortunatel y Mother had a ͚ modern͛ model in ǁhich the wringers rotate d automatically when the washing machine was plugged in. She also had recently - invented Rinso (gives the whitest wash) and did not have to cut up bars of soap like the farm folks did earlier. Pushi ng the washed items into the wringer s required a measure of skill unless LJou didn͛t mind a painful flattened out finger͘ Only the older children in the family could help Mother with that job. The next challenge was hanging everything on the clothes - line . Hey grandchildren, did you know that every home in Havelock used to have a clothes - line that dominated the whole back yard especially when it was full of clothes ? But even when the rope was empty it had a way of discouraging reckl ess running around the house. Have LJou ever heard of anLJbodLJ running and being ͞ clothes - lined͟ lately ? Anyway, th is nedžt step in Mother͛s laundrLJ also required some edžper tise . E ach item had to be hung with an appropriat e number of clothes pins . Y ou had to use the clothes pins sparinglLJ enough to make sure LJou didn͛t run out of pins before LJou ran out of clothes but you also had to secure each item so it ǁouldn͛t be dislodged bLJ a gust of ǁind and require fetching from t he next - door neighbour͛s back yard. H anging up the clothes also require s taking the clothes off the line W inter provided some of the mo st memorable challenges͘ You maLJ have noticed that clothes don͛t all get drLJ at the same speed these days . Well it was the same thing in those days The worst times were when it was very cold and some of the wet clothes froze before they got dry. Hands get very cold retrieving frozen clothes from the line and the laundry basket fills up too fast with frozen solid clothes. At least so rting everything out was less of a nightmare only because it could be done inside the house where Mother͛s hands ǁere not fre ezing. Another thing. Did I mention that there was no such thing as synthetic diapers you could buy in a store ? The reason may have been that land - fills had not been invented yet. Since Mother seemed always to have a baby , she also had to change the ba bLJ͛s ͚ napkins͛ frequently. Diapers were called napkins in our house and napkins were called serviettes. The facilities to rinse out the dirty napkins ǁere verLJ limited ǁith no flush toilet͘ I guess I don͛t need to be anLJ more graphic to explain that Mot her had to do a laundry almost every day in Havelock Fortuitously, or more likely due to child - raising design in those days, by the time Mother had her later babies and the bigger family that accompanies more babies, she had obedient but sometimes reluctant older children to help her with some of the burden of her daily laundry. I suppose Allan was out feeding his chickens at the right times but I remember vividly and I͛m s ure Vern also remembers doing some of Mother͛s chores ǁhen she needed help͘ It͛s hard to forget some of the more disagreeable jobs ǁe did͘ But ǁe onlLJ did them occasionally and the daily grind Mother had to put up with was an endless laundry Even when she didn͛t have to do it all herself she was the one who had the burden of being absolutely sure that the baby had clean napkins for tomorrow. Besides that, some of the older boys were out chopping wood or playing rugby right now and getting their pants d irty to add to the dirty clothes pile ;͞RugbLJ͟ ǁas our version of pickup tackle football then). I remember Mother often reading in bed for quite a while before she went to sleep. It was probably her only respite that day from the duties of raising a big family. When she finally did go to sleep, she probably had this dream. Some day in the dim distant future somebody w ill invent a white automatic Whirlpool washing machine and a matching white automatic Whirlpool dryer right beside it or possibly stacke d above it Page 4 APPLE PIE Written January 1 2016 Most of what happened that night 76 years ago has long since faded from my memory. But I can clearly remember two incid ents in this experience It was about 1940 and I was about 12 years old Somehow I got included with a group of boys privileged to go to Peterborough. Two or three carloads. F orgive me if I can͛t remember who else or how manLJ were in the group͘ But I think it was a bout twelve boys plus the drivers. Going to Peterborough was a rare occasion for boys living in Havelock during the latter part of the G reat D epression so I haven͛t completely forgotten th is trip . A fter I tell you what happened you will know why I re member some parts vividly It was wintertime, cold, boring in Havelock , and exciting to go somewhere. I don͛t remember who arranged this trip or why. But I think it was Mr Copp. L eo Copp was a kind and busy man who did lots of good things for the community in general and for boys in particular. Some of the really old people around Peterborough might remem ber him as the district school inspector and later as the Principal of Peterborough Normal School. This trip was inviti ng boys to see a hockey game played in Peterborough on an outdoor rink. Oddly , spite of my interest in sports even then, I cannot tell you anything about the game itself At outdoor rink games, if there are any spectators, they line up behind the boards around the rink to watch. As I watched the game I decided to improve my viewing position by mov ing closer to one of the goals. My route took me behind the heated shack where the skaters put on their skates and where everybody crowd s in out of the cold between periods. The lights were bright enough out in the rink to play hockey but it was pretty dark in the shadows behind the shack. It was there I was accosted by a big gu LJ͘ I don͛t reallLJ remember how big he was but I remember vividly that he was bigger than me͘ And he wasn͛t a bit friendlLJ͘ I can͛t remember what he actuallLJ said to me but in mLJ mind he was saLJing͕ ͞ I͛m going to beat LJou up͕ kid͘͟ I quicklLJ backed awaLJ and turned but he moved menacinglLJ around in front of me. I was terrified and wished some big boy from Havelock would chance by. The bully grabbed me and wrestled me to the ground in the snow . I think I was too scared to resist. He asked me there on the ground to say ͚ uncle͛ or something I can͛t recall Then he jus t let me up and he melted into the darkness ʹ I didn͛t even look to see where he went I was already hurr ying back to where I came from and where I remained close to my Havelock friends for the rest of the game. That was one part of that trip I do remember and ther e ͛ s one more incident I͛ll never forget either After the game word got around that we were all going to a restaurant for a treat. That͛s how I heard it anyway. We all crowded into a café and sat around a big table I don͛t know anLJ eateries that have big tables like that nowadaLJs͘ Lots of laughing talking joking as we anticipated whatever we were going to get. Mr Copp a rriv ed on the scene about the same time a waiter appeared with a n order pad. The first boy he app roached looked at Mr Copp and inquired͕ ͞ What can we have͍͟ He might have added ͞ Sir͘͟ Mr Copp looked surprised͕ then I thought he looked horrified͘ He mumbled that he hadn͛t intended to treat us͕ just join us͘ The talking and laughing ceased and an emb arrassing quiet took over. I knew I didn͛t have a red cent and here was a waiter to take mLJ order͘ I suspect most of the other boLJs didn͛t have anLJ cash either͘ That͛s how we all travelled then͘ The waiter said something to Mr Copp , the manager joined them in the discussion and a few silent minutes later , Mr Copp announce d we could all have a piece of apple pie. The talk and laughing resumed , we were all served, and I guess Mr C opp must have paid for us all. I don͛t remember if anLJ of us even thanked him. His bill was likely about $ 1 .85 but at todaLJ͛s rates for apple pie that would amount to about $ 4 5.00. I hope Mr Copp continued his benevolence after that experience. If he did , he probably chose richer boys and likely explained his in ten tions more clearly. Leo W Copp School Inspector 1938. Later Principal of Peterborough Normal Sch. POND Written January 15 2012 Page 5 We always thought Havelock was just about the end of civilization . Familiar towns were all located before you get to Havelock , not after . Norwood was our chief rival in most sports and everybody went there once in a while. Likewise Campbellford. That was farther away and it required a lot of planning to venture that far on our bikes or hitch - hiking but it was a bit more exciting. Now P eterborough, hey, that was really exciting. We only went there on special occasions. Then there was Toronto and the memorable Exhibition every August, also in the same direction. Everything was either west or south of Havelock. East was a complete mys tery to me although we heard there were towns such as Marmora, Madoc and Ottawa somewhere way down the road that direction On very rare occasions we went some place to the north of town. Like our annual Sunday School picnic at McCutcheon͛s L anding on Round Lake and once on a fishing trip up north some place. This story is about our pond which was in the very near woods just north of Havelock. Anything beyond the pond was ͞ out in the bush ͟ but the pond area was a familiar place for all of us to hang o ut. Visitors from big cities derided us for having the audacity to label each end of the town stretched along the CPR railway tra ck. Who ever heard of such a miniscule village having an ͚ East End͛ and a ͚ West End͍͛ But it was important locallLJ and handLJ for hockey games on the ͚ Dam͛͘ You didn͛t have to choose up͘ But the downside was the dam was away over beyond the CPR railway tracks The pond was close and always there except when it sometimes dried up in summer. It got bigger after a rainy spell and if it froze after heavy rains it was almost big enough to play pickup hockey games. Led by Allan who likely thought up the idea, we decided if the pond were a lot bigger we could play bigger and better hockey games The guys , including Cec il Revoy and Clarence Price planned and engineered a way to do it There was a creek which ran close by , proceeded past our house, across the pasture field and drained into a big man - hole where the water went somewhere. That creek was an important part of our lives for our boat races in the spring T he wa ter disappeared into a man - hole at the end of the cr eek. Who knows where the water went after that ? Nobody knew or cared. Our engineer s came up with a plan to dam up the creek and divert the water into our pond to make it bigger. They worked hard and completed their project in time for the freeze to cov er the pond with ice. Like I said, nobody paid any attention to where the water went after it disappeared down the big man - hole. Except maybe the town council or the town works committee ʹ they were likely all the same one or two men. That winter t he y decided to erect boards and flood an outdoor skating rink in the town park . It happens that the town park was just beyond that big man - hole I told you about. They had pretty nice equipmen t to do their job ʹ pumps and hoses and all - very nice compared to the shovels and primitive tools we used to ere ct our dam in the creek and to dig the aqu e duct to our pond So t he town had the equipment. But WE had the water. The town men set up thei r operation and went to work dutifully. However they were soon dismayed at the pitiful tiny stream of water they were able muste r to do their big job to flood a big town rink. They examined the big man - hole and I͛m certain one of them must have said͕ ͞ I thought there was more water coming down the creek than that͘͟ After a few days they discovered our dam, farther up - stream and just out of sight. The town ͚ maLJor͕͛ Reeve Seeney went to Dad and instructed him to order our engineers to open up the dam and let the town have the water. We were out - ranked so we lost our water source. Fortunately w e had already collected enough water to make the b igg est pond we ever had Our big ͞ rink͟ was a huge success and our pond became the centre of pickup hockey for everybody . It attracted boys from a ll over town and was far more convenient than going away over to the dam. Our success prompted us to repeat the process every year early before the town needed the water. The quality and life span of our ice was wide ranging but we enjoyed hundreds of games there and spent thousands of hours preparing it, re - flooding it and getting wet feet from breaking through ͚ rubber͛ ice earlLJ in the season͘ That happened everLJ LJear͘ Clearing the snow was our biggest problem. No! We had an even bigger problem. How to deal with the guys who always deserted us every time we had a big snow storm. After each heavy snow fall t hey always claimed they had an ͞ earl y supper͟ that night. 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I only rarely had organized hocke y planned for me when I was young. I usually had to organize a team then find the opposition and then arrange a game and then figure out transportation and manage the team u sually all by myself. I was small for my age but needless to say I always made the team. I can remember only two games of hockey I played during all my s even LJears in Haǀelock that I didn͛t have to originate myself. Our Trail Rangers did okay in a 2 - 2 tie at home against the Keene Trail Rangers despite my pratfall when I had a breakaway. We lost the other game 8 - 0 in Keene. Most of the softball games I played in Havelock I had to organize too. Transportation was easier in summer because we could go to games, mostly to Norwood, on our bicycles. Allan was always at the farm in the summers . No teams ever came to play us so our whole season was away games.. I recall one big game we played at Preneveau. There was a huge controversy , almost a brawl, abo ut the ages of some of their players. We were very upset so I guess we lost. I was in my glory when the Air Cadets w ent to camp at an RCAF station for a couple of summers and they set up a schedule of fast - pitch softball games among the various Squadrons at camp. The first year I organized our team. I put myself in at first base. First basemen are usually tall and often left - handed. I was neither . In fact I was the shortest one on our Havelock Air Cadets team. However, I decided that was where I want ed to play because that was the only position besides the catcher where the guy got to wear a glove in those days. As if my first base position had anything to do with it we did win the tournament the first year. In the second year when our Air Cadets w ent to camp mLJ organinjational skills ǁeren͛t quite conǀincing enough to get the gloǀe and plaLJ first base͘ Carlton Longmuir ǁas a lot taller and he ǁas a sergeant and I couldn͛t get the gloǀe aǁaLJ from him so I p ut myself in at bare - handed shortstop. Af ter wrecking both my pinkie fingers on a spinning pop fly and making a bad error, I moved Larry Hubble into shortstop and sheepishly but deservedly retired to play lef t field for the rest of the game. We didn͛t do so ǁell the second LJear Probably my erro r at shortstop had something to do with it! Our family arrived in Havelock in 1937 a fter the men͛s softball season was over, but I saw some great games played by the Havelock McCutcheon͛s Wreckers team in the 1938 season. I remember a few of their players Bill ͞ B eattLJ͟ Brunton was the main pitcher We all tried to copy his uni que windmill delivery but nobody else could come close to his velocity and effectiveness. His windup pre - dated the present - da y windmill delivery that all fas tball pitchers use today and which was unknown in Canada until the late 1940s when Charlie Justice came from Michigan and introduced it to the Toronto Tip Top team that won the world championship of fast - pitch softball in 1949 We just called it ͞ softball ͟ then because nobody had introduced us to slow - pitch softball yet either I remember catcher Jack Ketchen and the left fielder and the second baseman I witnessed t hat left fielder mak ing many s pectacular catches chasing down impossible flies and grabb ing them bare - handed That left - fielder was none other than Harold Hunter, author of ͞ Havelock Through the Years ͟ ͘ Harold was probably too modest to write much about that team that did so well in the OASA provincial play - downs. Harold did write that the Havelock men͛s team had to fold after that The depression was ending, war was threatening and most of the players dispersed to look for defense jobs or to join the ar med forces One of those dispersed players was second - baseman Johnny Voyer whom I spotted about two years later playing his usual dependable game in his usual position for a team in Niagara Falls in a very competitive league HAROLD HUNTER ca.1985 Outstanding ball player in the 1940s, Many years Principal of Havelock Public School, Author of ͞ Haǀelock Through the Years ͟ 1990,1993 (Photo from his books) Page 8 CHRISTMAS CONCERTS a t HAVELOCK GOSPEL MISSION Written Feb. 2010 Sh ortly after we arrived in Havelock, a lady named Mrs. Kinnaird invited Dad to her Havelock Gospel Mission where she felt he could help out. She had been co - minister at the Mission with her husband but he had recently died and she was carrying on alone. S ince there was no Baptist church in town our whole family was soon attending the Mission. When Rev. Andrew McLaughlin the United Church minister heard that Dad had two years of theological studies at McMaster University before switching to teaching, he also invited Dad to the United Church. But by that time we were well situated in the Mission . S o Rev. McLaughlin asked him if he would at least te ach his adult Bible Class. So for several years Dad taught the Bible Class in the United Church at 10 am then hustled over to the Mission for their worship service at 11 am At our first annual Christmas concert at the Mission in Havelock, the manageme nt decided it would be cool to make history by having the carol ͞ We Three Kings͟ sung by three boys named ‘ Ross ͛ : Ross Southward, Ross Clark and Ross Goheen , all about age 1 0 They would sing the first verse together, then each boy would sing a solo verse and they would all join in the chorus together. We lined up for the first practice. It required only two minutes for everybody to realize that some modification to th is historic ‘Ross͛ trio was necessary . The problem was that Ross Clark couldn͛t sing. There was no lip - sync in those days so Ross Clark was replaced by Gord Southward and history was not made I recall another grand performance at a Christmas concert in Havelock Gospel Mission. It was a few years later and I was about 1 3 . M y Dad decided to cook up a Goheen Orchestra. In s trumental. None of us had any skill on musical instrument s but not to worry , t he concert was more than t hree weeks away and we could surely learn enough in that time span. Dad reported pre tty good success with a Hawaiian orchestra he led at Normal School many years earlier. That͛s w h ere he met Mother. So his confidence and enthusiasm ran high to do it again with his family. Besides , Dad had recently acquired a clarinet at a pawn shop or s omewhere . H e would learn to play ͞ Silent Night͟ and we could all play other instruments and entertain everybody at the concert. I would play the melody of the carol on Hawai i an guitar , Allan was to strum chords on another guitar to provide the beat while Vernon and Winston rounded out the rhythm section on two ukuleles Shirley thinks that she too was in this orchestra with a mandolin. We all worked hard to learn our part s S ince Dad and I had to actually play ‘ Silent Night ͛ , we had to work harde st. Everything went fine for about two weeks . The boys and Shirley picked up their chords pretty well and I got better and better playing the melody and Dad͛s squeaks and squawks on the clarinet began to lessen down almost to a tolerable level. Then, without warning, w ith about two days to go Dad announced that he was withdrawing from the ensemble. It wa s probably just as well. He realized he wasn͛t going to make it with his clarinet and he knew he could not face t he crowd at the concert who came to hear music , not squawking But I was terrified. N ow I was the sole provider of any music that might or might not be recognized as ‘ Silent Night ͛ But Dad blithely encouraged us all to persevere . S o there we landed, on stage , for the concert. Our concentrated efforts managed to get us all the way through our one verse of Silent Night W hen we were fi nished the audience gave us a generous round of applause. I was so relieved it was over but Allan was perplexed and quite agitated when the applause began. He still had two more bars to play! SING Written March 8 2010 Page 9 My Mother played the piano very well mostly by ear . She often play ed at church services and at any function around Havelock that required somebody to play O Canada or God Save the King At home w e would stand around the piano at very young ages and sing with Dad as Mother sang Alto. I got to enjoy singing with Mother harmonizing