My curling experience spans many years at different times in my life.

My curling experience spans many years at different times in my life.

As a youngster I was always excited when my Dad would take me to the rink and let me throw a few rocks. I used to listen to Mom and Dad talking about the “house” and “Snakepit” and my imagination worked overtime over the terrifying snakepit. Salt and Pepper shakers re-played many wonderful shots at the dining room table.

My high school mixed curling team was fortunate enough to win a bonspiel and was one of the highlights of my high school years. Many years passed before I came back to this great game when I curled with the business girls and then afternoon ladies.

My Mom and Dad were great curlers but it came to the point that Mom couldn’t do the bonspiels anymore and I was so proud and excited when Dad asked me to curl with him. I was so nervous and always afraid of letting him down but he never showed disappointment when I missed and that happened frequently and always was quick with a compliment when I made a shot.

We won many bonspiels thanks to Dad making that all important last shot. My two children spent a lot of weekends at the rink drinking Shirley Temples and eating all kinds of snacks. Mom was always happy to babysit them at the rink while Dad and I played.

At one point, my Dad, my brother-in-law, my sister and a cousin played in a mixed and we had such a good time. Curling brought our family so many wonderful memories and the prizes weren’t too bad either. These days, I am glued to the TV or computer watching the “greats” of the game and the wonderful shots they make. I share the winner’s joy and the loser’s pain with every game.

My daughter and I have attended many slams in person and met so many of the teams who have always been so gracious in sharing their time with fans and giving the inevitable autographs. Who needs a winter trip to the tropics when you can spend time with curlers and meet new friends and greet old friends.

The attached picture is at the Briar in Ottawa 2016. My daughter was cheering for Gushue while I was Jacobs all the way.

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