Cooler weather is arriving... A "new season" of interests is upon us...
Is it time to learn something new?
My granddaughter is taking curling lessons - a new winter sport for her. A new generation of curlers is in the making... I wonder if she'll like the sport.
My parents both curled when we lived in the village of Hay Lakes, Alberta. It was a social activity that both women and men could participate in together.
I must have been 5 or 6 but I still remember hanging out at the curling rink when they were curling. Was there a concession stand? Or did I just run around and play outside the boards?
I do remember that their curling rock must have moved to Red Deer - then to Kelowna - with us, though I don't remember my parents curling then.
The last time I saw their heavy marble curling rock was at my grandparents' house in Kelowna. My mother was offering it to my grandfather as a heavy object to put on top of a large crock of fermenting homemade sauerkraut. Did he need something heavy to squeeze out the juices?!
That's the impression I had. But I'm not sure. I never learned to curl - and I never learned the art of making homemade sauerkraut either!
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