NO, Jim Corbeil DID NOT “hang off” the CN Tower in Toronto since COVID-19 began >> BUT he did in 2015!! See pic above; See Story Below!!
Stan Speaks: Since the Pandemic began I have been exploring ways to involve people. I published on FB a segment of my early life > growing up and helping relatives on their farm. Jim red it and responded. (His response is below.) His lifestyle as a youth made me immediately think of the pic I had of him, his son and daughter in law, hanging off the CN Tower!! >> a mere 553 m. (1815ft) off the ground >> and Jim and company are hanging off thee side????
Come on now “guys and gals” > this cannot help but motivate you to send along your story!! TO Stanistheman_200@yahoo.com
Jim Corbeil Speaks: Hi Stan: I guess I kind of grew up the same way as you. No hydro in the barn, hand milking etc. Tractors were used to run the thrashing machine. Horses pulled the binders and wagons that brought in the oat and wheat sheaves. Neighbouring farmers would bring their horses and wagons to one farm and when the harvest was completed, we would all help at the next farm. No fun working in the grain bins or on the straw stack on a hot day, the dust and chaff itched and stuck to your sweaty body, it was a great relief to go to the nearby river for a quick dip and cleanup.
A few years later, the rodeo somehow came into my life. Bronc riding, Bull riding, Calf roping and Quarter Horses. Followed by ranching. In High River Alberta herding cattle in minus 45 degrees below in mid winter. So cold I froze both cheeks not to mention my feet.
In the spring we would have a roundup of roughly 5000 head of cattle. We hired Indians as day riders as we needed a good number of riders to bring the range cows in with their calves from the rear sections of the ranch. That is when the branding would take place. We were on the Bar U ranch and all the calves had to be branded and the male calves would become steers. The whole valley would echo with the balling of the calves and range cows being separated from their young.
Then came the job of moving the 2500 or so head of cattle back to the rear sections of the ranch. A great life for a young person.
Two ways Shuffleboard connected me with my past.
1. When I use to rodeo I had a traveling companion known as the Flying Dutchman. He was about one of the best bull and bronc riders in eastern Canada and USA. His name was Peter Van Eerd. Yes Van Eerd. Ring a bell? You are right it’s Hubert Van Eerd’s brother. Small world?
2. When we hosted the Woodstock Shuffleboard Tournament we had a get together here at my home with the Bryans, Burnetts, Lindsays and Biltons.
Thanks to Muriel Burnett who did some research after hearing my Mother and Grandparents were in the Grand Valley cemetery, I found out I had a Cousin named Myrna Bilton.
Wow, who would have thought that through shuffleboard, I’d find my cousin Myrna and my good friend Hubert. How about that!
Nice to be retired is it not?
Jim Corbeil >>> writing on 2020 04 04.