When I first started to write for PG This Week in 2000, a local weekly paper, I was writing sports as Jason Peters, their fantastic full time sports reporter, needed to cover the Scotties curling tournament.
After that I started to write a column about my silly life and how I managed two rowdy kids, a trucker husband (ex, now, so I guess I didn't manage that part all that well. Insert eye roll here), a menagerie of semi-domesticated animals and how I kept everybody happy, healthy and in hockey, horseback riding, art classes, ballet, jazz, baseball and more, all while they passed all their classes. Miracle!
In the column I talked about a comedy of errors like how not to approach the T-bar at the local ski hill as a slingshot, how not to let your own personal pride get in the way when your five-year-old son out skates you at the ice oval (him doing backwards cross overs as I schlep myself forward with my arms straight out, looking like a tightrope walker), how never to argue with the snowblower's tortoise to hare lever - you stall the darn thing - and whatever other mishap befell poor mom.
Last Sunday I went through boxes of old newspapers. Copies of my column that I will now collate into scrapbooks for my children and their children - who actually seem interested in these tales of ancient history. During the sappy trip down memory lane, I found a sweet story in PG This Week, written by the great Jason Peters when my seven-year-old was crowned national arm wrestling champion. I took a photo of the story and posted it to my Facebook page, proclaiming it not Throw Back Thursday but Sentimental Sunday.
To that end here is a song as sentimental as I can get.
Enjoy You Are My Sunshine, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jDNDELFF1ok
It's one of the most covered songs in history, written by Jimmie Davis and Charles Mitchell and first recorded in 1939. I used to sing the chorus to my kids all the time.
