Author: Mark Daley
•4:23 PM
Back in the late 1970's, I was introduced to the Wolf Cub (Scouting) movement. I happily went to the evening meetings in the basement of Resurrection of Our Lord Church. These evenings included ceremonies handed down through the Handbook and commentary by the Pack Leaders. 

As I recall the Wolf Cub Promise:
On my honour I promise that---I will do my duty to God and the Queen.I will do my best to help others, whatever it costs me.
I know the scout law, and will obey it 
And along with the Wolf Cub promise, there was the ritual "We - Dyb-Dyb-Dyb-Dyb!" and "We Dob-Dob-Dob-Dob!"

So how do the Apples come in? Well, during the Fall Season, the Wolf Pack would be provided with a harvest of Apples which would be sold door to door (or at the local Shopping Mall - like Elmvale Acres). The Macintosh Apples would sell from between .50 cents to $1.00 and it would be the task of the Wolf Cubs to sell the apples both door-to-door and at events scheduled on the weekend. The money raised would help finance the Spring Camping trip. 

Initially, I was apprehensive in approaching the houses in the neighbourhood as I did not know what would happen after I rang the doorbell. What would I say? We did have a script to follow -but holding the paper in my hand, crumpled it too much to be able to read it. 

I also pictured myself being shooed away from the doorway - all the while being asked why I was bothering them to buy such a pithy object as an apple. Moreover, wondering if people would be disappointed that I wasn't the paperboy collecting money for the Ottawa Citizen or the Ottawa Journal.

Thankfully this was not the case.

So on cool evenings of the Fall - with the Fall smells in the air - my memories are still vivid of walking around the neighbourhood carrying a small basket of Macintosh Apples. To my astonishment, my interruption of my neighbour's evening with the request to purchase an apple was met with smiles and "... honey, can you fetch me my purse (or wallet) ..." It was my first introduction of kindness of neighbours.  I am thankful that many of my neighbours obliged my simple sale's request.

These days I'm on the look out for the current young beavers and cubs and their baskets. And I make sure I have change for their very persuasive sales pitch. 
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Author: Mark Daley
•6:10 PM
In the Winter of 1982, I was 12 years old and in Grade 7. I had recently changed schools from St. Mark's Elementary School to St. Patrick Jr. High on Heron Road. Each of the days were filled with the regular classes of English, Math (with Mrs. Pilon), and Religious Studies. At lunch, we would amuse ourselves in all sorts of ways. One of the vivid memories that I have is the game we used to play in the back stair case. At the back of the front building (pass the caf.) a group of guys used to gather and play "nickels".

The premise of the game is straight-forward. The objective of Nickels is to place your coin closer to the wall than your opponents. The group of players would select a player to go first. The rounded edge where the marble floor met the wall presented a challenge to some of the players. Often times the players would try to roll the coins up to the wall in hopes that they would achieve the ultimate prize, but this was curtailed shortly after it was employed. More often than not I would find that I would be able to win enough money to afford a bag of Hickory Stick Chips to finish off Lunch. A bag would cost .35 cents at the time. 

Considering the number of times that I won, I never played the game outside of St. Pat's.

Top 5 Music in February 1982
1. Do That To Me One More Time - Captain & Tennille
2. Rock With You - Michael Jackson
3. Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Queen
4. Cruisin' - Smokey Robinson
5. Coward Of The County - Kenny Rogers
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