The branch and
volunteers are just sitting back with our feet up,
recuperating from the Mudcat festivities and patting
ourselves on the back chancing a repeated dislocation of
the glenohumeral joint, surpassed only by the Cheshire
grins brought on by yet another superlative Perch Dinner!
One gentleman announced that he came all the way
from Arnprior just for the perch feast. Somehow I think
that being a part of one of the best festivals in Canada
may have had something to do with it, but nevertheless, it
was wonderful to hear the compliments.
Kudos to the Chamber of Commerce for their
broadband advertising and another huge success!
We personally had record-breaking numbers, the
likes of which, had not been seen since “the good old
days” according to the old timers.
was reminiscing with family members last week about
summers past, before air-conditioning was commonplace in
every household and the hot streets of Hamilton would be
believed that you really could fry an egg on the sidewalk.
In the evening we would go down to VanWagner’s
Beach and have a foot-long at the ‘Poplars’ or a
burger from Hutch’s
Dingley Dell and splash along the hot pebbly beach to cool
off with fries in a cone with flailing arms fighting off
the sea gulls. We
talked about the milk wagon that was pulled by ‘old
Maude’ who left a present to be scooped up for Dad’s
Dahlias and if we happened to see a bottle of chocolate
milk in the cart, we would follow it; it meant that
someone was having a birthday party!
Celebrations were few and far between with our
parents still recovering from wartime and the depression.
Most of us just dreamed about getting to the
Exhibition just once in our life.
I know the stories will be the same here, just
different beaches, different hot dog stands albeit owned
and operated by your neighbours or relatives but above
all, what we
did not have was anything that compared to the Mudcat Festival.
A festival of friends celebrating life on The