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Most are of my family
but there are a lot of other folk mixed in. A great fun time in
history when all the smiles were genuine
Please email me any
comments or personal memories
For those of you who
don't know me, I am Larry Baird. My Family moved to Camp in
1967, right after my sister Sandy was born, my older brother and sister
were Dale and Laurie, mom and dad were Ron and Anita. Dad worked
for Alberta Gas Trunkline (which became Nova). For five years Camp was
I remember many different
things, from that time...small insignificant things...as well as traumatic
things. Some of the small things were stuff like the pop
machine at the plant. How many summer moments were spent getting a
dime pop from that machine (grape was my favorite). I seem to
remember somebody taking more than one, with the help of a coat hanger (I
am sure I am remembering that wrong, as we were all a bunch of great kids
that wouldn't do anything so devious).
I remember watching BAMBI
at the hall
I remember Darcy Andrew, and me planting a vegetable garden.
We climbed trees that we weren't allowed to climb.
I learned to ride a bike, in camp. Dad pushed me around the ball
diamond 'til I could do it alone. Which came in handy for the
Raise your hand if you ended up being rushed to Brooks for stitches....or
some other medical emergency. Amazing over those rough gravel roads.
The day of the plant fire.
And Winter was very cold... remember the skating shack? One
winter the snow blew almost to the top of the garage roof. Dale
tobogganed down it.
The incinerators.... the salamanders....the garter snakes...the
gophers...the bull frogs...the cacti...the gravel...the cattle guard...
... and of course the ball games and horse shoes
We arrived in the fall of 1967 and found some of the men had unloaded our
furniture, and I think it was Liz Varty who fed our truck driver.
What a nice welcome! We made a lot of good friends in the five years
we lived there, and I still keep in touch with some of them over 30 years
>It was such a safe place to raise kids.
>The men's ball and hockey teams
( I think I sat on hard old bleachers for over 50 games one summer )
>Working in the Duchess arena for hockey games.
>Marg Andrew and I drinking pots of coffee waiting for the guys to get
home from hockey games in terrible storms.
( Sometimes we even had a little wine )
>Andrew's and us playing Yahtzee many a night and our 9 kids all
getting along 100%.
>Kids taking figure skating on our out door rink.
( Dale fell and cut his head and that was it for him. Laurie did
>Arabette meetings - my 5 silver spoons.
>New Years Eve dances.
>Practicing all the kids to sing at our Christmas Concert
>The year Ken Sparham was Santa and his English HO HO HO sounded more
like "How How How".
>Movies at the Hall
>Wags, the bulldog - my friend.
>Trips to Brooks to get Dale or Larry sewed up here or there.
>Larry's bout with double pneumonia in Brooks hospital basement - an
adventure in itself.
>Ladies exercise night at the hall.
>The milk truck coming once a week.
>Eldon Andrew tapping on our bedroom window, one night, with his beer
mug - hearing a clink and then "Broke my bloody Meer
>Parties at the hall - with green beer on March 17th.
singing around the piano at the hall.
>David Jarvis climbing on the plant to take a picture of Camp for us
>The recipe book and farewell party for everybody moving out.
>Sandy was only 5 when we left but she has some memories she wants to
write herself. She doesn't remember hanging off the monkey bars at the
playground and yelling for help, though.
We ALL loved Camp
These are from the "Camp
" Our house would of
been in the 3rd row 2nd in from the boulevard and we were across the road
from the Sparhams.
I remember having picnics at the park with the hoodoos, taking the bus to
Hanna for swimming lessons in the summer, going to Brooks for groceries and
to the five and dime, the pop machine just inside the plant doors, the
incinerators and the hall. I remember an old abandoned dilapidated store
just outside the camp that burned down one day while we were gone to Brooks.
I remember playing ball and prisoners base. Skating lots of skating. One
time my Dads uncle who was a rodeo clown came to visit and he put on a show
for all the kids with his rope tricks. I also had the exit cookbook until
recently but the covers had come off so i got rid of it."
from Nancy Kennedy (nee:
" I remember that day when all were on their bikes
we were having a parade and I was crying 'cause my mom wouldn't let me go
'cause I couldn't
ride a bike ( lol ) and building tunnels in the ditches in winter because
the snow was so deep we could. Wow I could go on...."
from Johanna Sparham
lived the first 3 years of my life in camp before we moved down the road to
Cessford but amazingly still have memories of it. I clearly remember
going in the garage with friends and noticing boxes of pop and thinking yum
- and of course trying it - 10cents not needed! Grapefruit pop for my mom
all the time - don't even think that exists anymore.
were also rolls and rolls of black electrical tape that were obviously there
to make the playground less slippery. When my friends and I were done
the handles on every piece of playground equipment looked much better.
Apparently my dad, David Jarvis, saw it and said if any kid of his ever did
that they would be in big trouble ( and if you knew my dad he was a
teddy bear and I never got in trouble from him). It was years later
when I confessed to him that it was his sweet little girl who did it.
was a great place for little kids. We had so much fun. Except
for the day I was playing ball with Michael Trentham and we smacked
and I still have the dent to show for it - Cessford camp memories
permanently engrained!! :) "
Toni Jarvis Fadollone
on the fire cart enjoying a pop at the pop machine which we did very
frequently and had some great conversations.
all the kids together to play hide and go seek or kick the can at the hall
was always a lot of fun.
spent every spare minute at the skating rink even when it was extremely
cold outside and we had to sit on top of the heater to warm our feet up.
I remember crying waiting for my toes to warm up so I could feel
wasn't so much fun when it snowed, and we all had to shovel the rink off
before we could skate. Then we were in our glory when Dave Trentham drove
up with the homemade barrel and gunny sack resurfaced our rink to make it
(somewhat) smooth again.
sports were incredible......we sent every spare minute either playing
baseball in the summer or hockey in the winter.
we got older we graduated to the Duchess and Brooks hockey teams and we
proved that all the hours we spent on our outdoor rink paid off.
we were not playing sports we were riding our motorcycles in the summer,
or snowmobiles in the winter. Drowning out gophers (one year there was
even some colored ones), making a trip to the dump or visiting with the
neighbors, there were so many things to do and enjoy at camp."
My father Denis Ross worked at the plant. My mother was Dorothy...
Our house would of been in the 3rd row 2nd in from the boulevard and we were
across the road from the Sparhams.
I remember having picnics at the park with the hoodoos, taking the bus to
Hanna for swimming lessons in the summer, going to Brooks for groceries and to
the five and dime, the pop machine just inside the plant doors, the
incinerators and the hall. I remember an old abandoned dilapidated store just
outside the camp that burned down one day while we were gone to Brooks. I
remember playing ball and prisoners base. Skating lots of skating. One time my
Dads uncle who was a rodeo clown came to visit and he put on a show for all
the kids with his rope tricks. I also had the exit cookbook until recently but
the covers had come off so I got rid of it."
from Nancy (Ross)
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