Comments: All this remembering about Shilo in the winter ruffled my declining capabilities and I thought again of school days and Mrs. Sheehan. "Mary T" loved to include a theme to consider for her classes and one time we had to bring in something that involved humour. There were some original contributions including Wayne Helgason holding up a giant hand attached to his wrist and someone rolling a coke can down the aisle to demonstrate I am not sure quite what. When Mary T came to me, she asked for my contribution but unfortunately the dog had eaten my homework, but I managed to come up with "I laughed". Mary T burst into laughter which to me epitomizes her in the classroom: demanding of her students but always ready to see the humour in the day to day. Funny what we sometimes remember.
Comments: One last comment from me on Shilo winters jogged back to memory by Bill's comment. Sometimes the fog in the hockey rink was so thick that we had a rule that you could not shoot on the goalie from outside the blue line as he could not see the puck!
And don't believe everything you may hear from Andy - especially when it comes to shoveling snow, mowing the grass, cleaning the garage etc etc. Cheers
Comments: I remember well the ice sculptures during the winter carnival times, and since I worked with Andy I can attest that he thought he shoveled the most Ian. Great memories for sure
Added: February 25, 2016
Submitted by Name: Mike Purcell From: Riverview, NB E-mail: mppurcell@gmail.com
Comments: I left Shilo in 1957(1950-1957)11 years old, bound for NS. I was wondering when PEPS opened I last went there for grade 5. If I make it to next year, I may go back for a 60th anniversary of leaving. I enjoy this site, you are all doing a good job.
Comments: Actually, the winters in Shilo were great. We used to get the key to the ice hockey arena on the weekends and play shinny all day long. A lot of good players came out of those days - couldn't run on their feet of course but they could skate and shoot!
My "old man" (I am now older than he was at the time) was a true Scot who believed that sons were there to work and many a day Andy, Rob and I were "invited" out of bed to shovel the driveway so Dad could get to work. Naturally it depends on which Malcolm son you talk to to determine who shoveled the most. One thing for sure - we all got heaping helpings of fine porridge once the job was done!
Added: February 24, 2016
Submitted by Name: Chris Booth E-mail: tce@syban.net
Comments: I remebered shoveling the 4 foot banks of snow at the end of the driveway too. Blizzard of 72?, when my dads van was burried to the roof of the house. Does anyone remember SesameStreet ice sculptures on kingston ave., they were painted the right colors too.
Added: February 24, 2016
Submitted by Name: Bill Brown
Comments: Winter in Shilo was cold alight. I can remember it 50 below F and the fog so thick you could not see your hand in front of your face. Walking across the field to PEHS you could almost get lost in that short distance, from 104 Kingston Ave.
Faye you are too young to remember walking back from the old YPA hall after the dance and it was probably 50 below F again in your dress shoes, heaven forbid you would not wear boots. By the time you got home your feet were ready to fall off lol
Added: February 24, 2016
Submitted by Name: Faye Helgason Linseman From: Ottawa E-mail: fayeh51@yahoo.com
Comments: Winters in Shilo never seemed to be too cold for me. They probably were, but at nine years old, on 53 Frontenac, walking under the street lamps with my best pal Diane Desmarais (pronounced Dis mar is in those days). Come to think of it, we used to know the winter vehicles as Bomb a Deers, when in fact the company was Bombardier. Diane and I would walk around pretending that the glistening snow was a blanket of diamonds, and we were princesses. Our scarves were wrapped tightly around our heads, but once parents were out of view, we used them as boas, dancing under the stars. Who has a little story to tell of our days in Shilo, or, little memories from your post Shilo days?
Added: February 23, 2016
Submitted by Name: Cameron Haggerty From: Sprucewoods/Shilo E-mail: cdhgerty@mymts.net
Comments: I just finished reading Ian Malcolm's post, about the past Shilo winters. I, too, remember some awful winter storms here. I remember herding horses, from one stable to another, for Joe McCabe - during the Christmas break 1965. This was the same day the Wilson brothers were out hunting; got caught in the storm and Ron Wilson died. I froze my feet so bad that day - herding those horses - that I lost toenails.
Ian says he remembers that a warm winter day in Shilo meant -10*. I, too, remember that and also that you didn't DARE wear long underwear - because people would laugh at you!! Winters seemed to last from early Nov till April some years - and still do here in Shilo.
STill really hot in the summers, and, perhaps, though - now - NOT quite as cold OR AS MUCH SNOW - in the winters. Global warming has hit Shilo too.
Comments: While I was shoveling out from the "monster" snowstorm in Ottawa last week and then reading about the unfortunate civil servants waiting for their buses due to traffic delays, my thoughts went back to Shilo winters. Back in the past century winters were never offset by El Nino (or whatever we call it); we sure hadn't heard about global warming; and, a warm day was when it got up to -10. I remember playing hockey on the Shilo roads in ice skates because the roads were packed down and smooth. After about two hours in -30 degrees, your feet got so cold you did not realize that you still had feet. Is there anything more painful than hockey feet thawing out? What I would give to take part in those games once again.
Name: Ian Malcolm
From: Ottawa
E-mail: jmalcolm99@gmail.com
All this remembering about Shilo in the winter ruffled my declining capabilities and I thought again of school days and Mrs. Sheehan. "Mary T" loved to include a theme to consider for her classes and one time we had to bring in something that involved humour. There were some original contributions including Wayne Helgason holding up a giant hand attached to his wrist and someone rolling a coke can down the aisle to demonstrate I am not sure quite what. When Mary T came to me, she asked for my contribution but unfortunately the dog had eaten my homework, but I managed to come up with "I laughed". Mary T burst into laughter which to me epitomizes her in the classroom: demanding of her students but always ready to see the humour in the day to day. Funny what we sometimes remember.