From time to time lately I’ve been showing pages from my old Habs scrapbook. Here’s more.
And at the risk of sounding like a broken
record MP3, just click on the photos to make ’em bigger.
My dad and I started the scrapbook together when I was little and he gradually bowed out and let me carry on.
It’s old now, many of the pages are loose, and it’s battered and beat up. But it’s my treasure. I used to invite friends from the old neighbourhood over – “Hey, you wanna come over and see my scrapbook?” and they would and then we’d play road hockey and pose like the players we had just seen in the book.
Here’s the first few pages. The cover was done by my dad, who was a sign painter.
The photos enlarge when clicked on.
This is the final installment of The Old Scrapbook.
It’s been a treat for me because I’ve always been proud to show it off, right from the time it was new. I was talking to an old friend the other day who had come across my blog by accident, emailed me, and the next thing we knew we were chatting on the phone. We hadn’t seen each other since grade eight and one of the things he mentioned was that he remembers coming over to my house when we were about 12 and looking through my scrapbook.
Once again it’s a potpourri of Habs universe, ending off with a glossy photo of the Rocket scoring his final NHL goal, his 626th, which occurred on April 12, 1960. I had written to one of the Toronto newspapers right after it happened and asked for a copy of the photo, which they sent.
Thanks for having a look at this old book. I’m very proud of it, and like I’ve mentioned before, if you go over to “Categories” on the right side and scroll down to “The Old Scrapbook”, you’ll see all the entries.
A few things to mention as we continue down the old scrapbook trail. Included in this post is an old letter I’d written asking if a crest I saw on one of the Rocket’s sports jackets was available to the public but Frank Selke Jr. wrote back and said it wasn’t.
The huge face of the Rocket you see is from an old Vitalis sign that was in the barbershop window in Orillia that the barber gave to me. It’s made of thick cardboard and because of its thickness, it was the beginning of the pages starting to come apart.
Also in this edition is a picture of Jacques Plante and it appears to be autographed, which I didn’t know about until now. I researched this picture and could only find the same thing minus the signature. I suppose it’s possible that when the Canadiens sent me these pictures, they included the signed Plante, which I never noticed.
Just when you least expect it, I hit you with more scrapbook. And once again, I’ll just mention that all of my previous scrapbook posts can be found over in “Categories” under “The Old Scrapbook.” I’ll also mention again, although you probably know this, that the pictures can be enlarged by clicking on them.
Part three of the old scrapbook deals with newspaper clippings about the Rocket, plus Bernie Geoffrion and wife Marlene, and all the usual suspects – Toe Blake, Charlie Hodge, Pocket Rocket, Jean Beliveau, Tom Johnson, Habs in baseball uniforms, Rocket and son Normand, (who I’ve been eternally envious of), the Rocket meeting the Queen, him in a convertible in Czechoslovakia, and all the other little things that you can enlarge by double-clicking on the photos.
Parts 1 and 2 can be found by either scrolling down or going over to “Categories” on the right side and finding “The Old Scrapbook.”
More of the old scrapbook, including Habs playing baseball, Maurice Richard appearing on Front Page Challenge, Beehives, Backstrom, Blake, and players with their kids.
Bill Hicke, between the two Bee Hives, walks down the corridor of the old Forum, a place where I stood once and watched the trainers wheel carts of equipment out of.
Just a lot of stuff that would keep me, and often my friends too, entertained for hours when I should have been outside getting fresh air instead.
The photos can be enlarged by double-clicking on them. I only just recently found this out. And part one of the scrapbook can be found right here.
My friend Christopher whom I’ve never met but would like to some day, suggested I show pages of my scrapbook from time to time on quiet Habs news days. Just recently I had posted some of the pages but I’ve decided if I’m going to do it right, I should start over and work through it.
My dad and I started the scrapbook together when I was little and he gradually bowed out and let me carry on. It’s old now, many of the pages are loose, and it’s battered and beat up. But it’s my treasure. I used to invite friends from the old neighbourhood over – “hey, you wanna come over and see my scrapbook?” And they would and then we’d play road hockey and pose like the players we had just seen in the book.
Over the next few months I’ll post various pages from this old book. I hope you enjoy it as much as the neighbourhood kids did.