A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of walking by the exterior rink on Holy Cross Boulevard.
To my surprise, the rink was brimming with activity. Kids of all ages, including my grandsons, were skating, playing hockey, socializing and simply having fun. On the outside part of the rink (for skaters only), some parents and grandparents were trying to find their skating legs while teaching their children and grandchildren how to skate.
Guess what? Not a tablet in sight, nor a cellphone.
Lately, I’ve tried the Holy Cross rink three or four times, playing shinny hockey and simply skating up and down the ice. Being outside enjoying the cold air, sunny skies and good company was simply fantastic.
It brought me back to my childhood. After dinner, once my homework was done, I would lace up my skates and walk from Danis Avenue to St. Joseph Park, where there was an exterior rink. I would meet up with friends, skate, play hockey and socialize until 10 p.m. when the Courtaulds whistle would blow.
It boils down to this. It takes men and women to maintain this rink and others throughout the city. Volunteers who brave the cold weather, give their precious time to build a good foundation, clear the snow after each storm (and we’ve had our share this winter), flood the ice and make the best possible surface.
They give our children the opportunity to play and grow outside while giving me, a grandparent, the chance to revisit my youth.
Gilles A. Davidson Cornwall