Showing posts with label #HockeyDreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #HockeyDreams. Show all posts

Friday, March 10, 2023

Hockey Night in Canada Somewhere – by Barbara Baker

 

My seven-year-old grandson, Wyatt, loves to play hockey. As a gramma, who played on the Banff girl’s team fifty years ago, I got up the courage to play shinny with him and his dad. I felt naked without the hockey padding but tightened my helmet and stepped onto the ice.

The puck ricocheted off the boards and the slap of the sticks echoed off the mountains.

“Gramma scored,” my son-in-law shouted.

“Off course she did.” Wyatt tapped his stick on the ice. “She was on a hockey team a long time ago.”

Out of the mouths of babes. My heart melted.

Memories of playing hockey as a teenager flooded back. In the mid 70s two of my high school teachers started a girl’s team and enrolled us in the Minor Hockey League.

We had many obstacles to overcome before our first game:

-    learning the rules (important)

-    learning to skate on hockey skates instead of figure skates (challenging)

-    the art of stick handling, passing without losing the puck, and skating fast (equally challenging)

-    there were no funds to buy team jackets (minor detail – we knit toques for everyone)

There was a wide range of athletic abilities amongst us, but we were determined. Not even the 6 AM Sunday morning ice times deterred us.

(top row 3rd from the left)

We surpassed all our obstacles and our first game was against Jasper.

The game started. They skated fast. They deeked and passed and zipped up and down the ice like super stars. But we kept up. And then there was a bam. Our centre got slammed into the boards.

I stood in the box with my mouth open. My teammates wore similar expressions. Our coaches - speechless.

What the hell? We all looked at the ref. Nothing. He did nothing.

I watched our player lean against the boards and pull herself up. When my line went out I took my spot – left forward. Skate fast. Pass. Stay out of their way. That was my strategy.

I flew down the ice (it’s my memory, I can go as fast as I want). Just as I went to pass to a teammate, I felt a thunk. The next instant I was on my back looking at the overhead lighting.

I rolled over, got up on my knees and blinked. That hurt. A lot.

“It’s a long way from the heart,” Coach shouted. “Get up.” They were the exact words I needed to hear to stop the tears.

We lost 13 – 0. We should have been devastated but we weren’t. We were just thankful we could all still walk.

From then on, our practices involved: how to check, how to take a check, how to avoid a check.

Fast forward to our next game against Jasper. We lost 4-0 but we were all proud of our defeat. We hadn’t been thumped.

Our final game against Jasper was the Easter Tournament in Banff. In the first period there was a battle of sticks in front of their net. And then the red light went on. The red light!

We scored a goal.

It felt like the whole team scored that goal. And it was the only goal of the game. A shutout our coaches talked about for years. We were victorious.


           Now back to the goal I scored while playing hockey with my sweet grandson and my son-in-law.
  

Who am I to tell Wyatt the goal I scored was not intentional? I’d merely leaned on my stick to stop from toppling over after turning too fast. My stick hit the ice just in time for the puck to deflect off it and into the net. Almost like I planned it. But I didn't tell him any of that. I'll let him think I'm a super star for a bit longer. 

 

You can contact me at: bbaker.write@gmail.com

Summer of Lies: Baker, Barbara:9780228615774: Books - Amazon.ca

What About Me?: Sequel to Summer of Lies : Baker, Barbara: Amazon.ca: Books

 

 

Thursday, July 16, 2020

My lost boy, by J.C. Kavanagh

 The Twisted Climb award-winning books
The Twisted Climb, Book 1 of the award-winning Twisted Climb series
Covid has brought about many changes to family life. Routines have been upended, patience has been tested, relationships have become stronger, or in some cases, weaker. Physical limitations have strained many a family, including mine. However, even before Covid came about, I was slowly wilting under the estrangement of my oldest son who is in his 30s. I don’t know what I did but it doesn’t seem to matter. He just doesn’t want any part of me. I wither inside.

As many writers do to unlock the emotion within, I took pen to paper (literally), and wrote this poem.

My lost boy
The first breath
The first cry
The joy in my heart
I cannot lie
He was beauty and perfection
Wrapped in cotton so fine
My first-born son
Graced my life and my family
A wee little brother for a loving big sister

The years flew by
And my baby shed his baby
He became a young boy
A big talker
A better skater
Hockey was his fuel
His talent seemed limitless
Scouts came a-watching
Team Canada came a-calling
Until the slam
Until the bam
Until the snapped shoulder
Made his dreams a sham

There was no turning back
There is no ‘undo’
It is what it is
And life goes on

But bitter is the soul
Whose dream was so big
Smashed by a smash
A shoulder no longer seen
Just like the dream
It flitted so brightly
A star in the sky
Dreamt so mightily

The consolation continued, but
The bitterness grew
And became a cement stone
Taking root, growing bold.
Fingers pointed outward, never within
Blame took hold, and joy died within

Where is my boy, my handsome son so fine
He is lost in his darkness, hands over his eyes
My love can’t seem to reach him
Though I try and I try
I will not stop, no, I cannot stop
For a mother’s love and
God’s good grace
Remains unwavering... 
I’m waiting

* * * 

Stay safe everyone. This too, shall pass.

And, on a much lighter note, I do have a great suggestion to pass the time at home this summer - read my award-winning books. If you like action / adventure / suspense / drama and a dash of paranormal, then The Twisted Climb series will take you to all those places. Enjoy!






J.C. Kavanagh, author of
The Twisted Climb - Darkness Descends (Book 2)
voted BEST Young Adult Book 2018, Critters Readers Poll and Best YA Book FINALIST at The Word Guild, Canada
AND
The Twisted Climb,
voted BEST Young Adult Book 2016, P&E Readers Poll
Novels for teens, young adults and adults young at heart
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