Dad and I became best friends because of the Brier
My dad Jim doesn’t know I’m entering this on his behalf, but he’s everything that ‘The Spirit of Curling’ embodies. We’ve always had a great relationship, but we became best friends at the Tim Hortons Brier.
Before I had a smartphone, before there was social media………..Dad and I were travelling around to Briers, spending time together, just the two of us. We have lots of picture evidence of when our fun started in the years before I moved to the US in 2006, and thanks to him, all of my last years living in Canada were spent going to Tim Hortons Briers with him. The thing is, my dad is barely in any of the pictures. Why? Well I’m a face painter and a costume wearer. My dad sacrificed for ME. He held onto my jacket from the 8am draw until closing down the Patch every night, so that I didn’t have to cover all the outfits(I had like 5) that I handmade to cheer on my team. He wanted to make sure he was ready any time there was a photo opportunity, never embarrassed of my shenanigans. He would wait patiently every morning as I painted the Alberta flag on my face backwards in the mirror of our hotel room and was always finding us places to sit where my head flags didn’t obstruct people’s view. Yes, we’re from NS, but The Ferbey Four welcomed us into their families that Tim Hortons Brier in Halifax and we never turned back! I was Alberta girl and he was Cindy’s dad. Oh the laughs we shared.
I have lifelong friends across the world because of these trips, my dad hangs out with other curlers and their families when they’re in Nova Scotia. These trips we took to the Tim Hortons Briers have made such an impact that we still reminisce about it on a regular basis. We have a large box of memories that we go through when I’m home for a visit. I now have these great newspaper clippings, posters and even a billboard picture from our fun trips. Dad can expect a call in the middle of the night any time I’m on a recent curling trip, “Hey Dad……send me that picture of the Regina Brier poster, I’m sitting with Pat Simmons and I need to prove my face was bigger than his on the poster!”
We’ve only been to one Tim Hortons Brier since I moved away…….and that was 14 years ago, so we’re well overdue! My dad sacrificed a lot to make these trips the best of my life and he deserves at least to have this story shared.
Thanks and good curling!