It's hard, but if I had to pick one, this isn't so bad. Some people are diabetic and others are this and that. You just gotta pick yourself up and carry on. Leave the crying til later, or for somebody else.
I was also the fix it guy for the Lord Selkirk School Division. For 10 years I was the caretaker. I learned a lot, had a wonderful time. Learned to appreciate things and learned to see that our society is kinda lacking on parenting skills for some of these kids. Kids that don't have two parents or they're foster kids. I've seen a lot of those and it's pretty frightening to say that when I worked with 130 children and 80 of them were foster care or one parent. Why in the world would I end up being 20 kids' dad, kind of a sad part of our world.
There's how many things in my shop that those kids build for me to let me go away. Just an incredible bunch of children. They did appreciate me, and I appreciated them too. They were a fun bunch of kids from hard knocks schools, and we made life bearable. We did all the things we could like built skating rinks and curling rinks and all sorts of other stuff for the school. All these crazy kids come from hard times.
Some of the jobs I had to do as a caretaker were pretty scary. One job, every year in particular. The first time it froze up at night after school there was this bandit that I never caught. He would go back to the school when all the other kids went home. And I knew on the next day, first thing in the morning I'd get the call from the principal: "Go de-ice the slide!" The little bugger would piss on the slide and it would be all yellow all the way down. So Garth had to keep de-icer around for de-icing time of the slide. You gotta laugh. As bad as this sounds, you gotta laugh. Every year I had to de-ice the slide. And that little bastard I didn't catch. But I caught some of them pretty good though.
When I used to catch them, before taking them to the principal’s office I'd take them around the school and show them all of the cameras that they could get busted on. I'd take them around to all the cameras and say "ok guys, don't get caught in the school yard screwing up, ‘cuz the principal is gonna get ya!" I had good luck with that tactic. Those little bandits were just dear souls without enough parenting that's all. They weren't gonna turn into axe murderers I don't think.
But when I retired all those kids didn't want to go home, they just laid there and cried. Not sure what that meant but we all had a good time there and I was in charge of making people smile and laugh, even if they didn't want to.
I used to make all the kids sing, and I used to sing to them. We only had one song, but that was alright. It was the song that went: “I don't want a pickle, I just wanna ride my motorsickle. And I don't wanna die, I just wanna ride my motor cy...... cle.” In the winter time I used to make them sing if they didn't put their boots in place, or I'd throw them out the door. Then they'd have to go get them in their socky feet. Wasn't nice was it.
Those little kids see me on the street in Selkirk or in Wal-Mart, and they're with their mom who is shocked to see their kid hanging onto the side of this old bugger. There was this one young fella who came up to me and instead of hugging he'd shake my hand. It was Christmas time and I said "what are you doing for Christmas?" "we don't have Christmas, we're Muslims" I'm like "Oh, how interesting, tell me all about it" So he told me and we had a good story. I learned something. It's amazing what you can learn from these children.
I have a T-shirt with every kids name on it. And all the stuff in my shop on the walls of all the things these kids made me. They spent months doing some of this stuff.
I sure appreciate that I have a family, and everybody's loved, and taken care of. You do the best you can and wish for the rest of them.
Chapter 10
Takin' Care
It's hard, but if I had to pick one, this isn't so bad. Some people are diabetic and others are this and that. You just gotta pick yourself up and carry on. Leave the crying til later, or for somebody else.
I was also the fix it guy for the Lord Selkirk School Division. For 10 years I was the caretaker. I learned a lot, had a wonderful time. Learned to appreciate things and learned to see that our society is kinda lacking on parenting skills for some of these kids. Kids that don't have two parents or they're foster kids. I've seen a lot of those and it's pretty frightening to say that when I worked with 130 children and 80 of them were foster care or one parent. Why in the world would I end up being 20 kids' dad, kind of a sad part of our world.
There's how many things in my shop that those kids build for me to let me go away. Just an incredible bunch of children. They did appreciate me, and I appreciated them too. They were a fun bunch of kids from hard knocks schools, and we made life bearable. We did all the things we could like built skating rinks and curling rinks and all sorts of other stuff for the school. All these crazy kids come from hard times.
Some of the jobs I had to do as a caretaker were pretty scary. One job, every year in particular. The first time it froze up at night after school there was this bandit that I never caught. He would go back to the school when all the other kids went home. And I knew on the next day, first thing in the morning I'd get the call from the principal: "Go de-ice the slide!" The little bugger would piss on the slide and it would be all yellow all the way down. So Garth had to keep de-icer around for de-icing time of the slide. You gotta laugh. As bad as this sounds, you gotta laugh. Every year I had to de-ice the slide. And that little bastard I didn't catch. But I caught some of them pretty good though.
When I used to catch them, before taking them to the principal’s office I'd take them around the school and show them all of the cameras that they could get busted on. I'd take them around to all the cameras and say "ok guys, don't get caught in the school yard screwing up, ‘cuz the principal is gonna get ya!" I had good luck with that tactic. Those little bandits were just dear souls without enough parenting that's all. They weren't gonna turn into axe murderers I don't think.
But when I retired all those kids didn't want to go home, they just laid there and cried. Not sure what that meant but we all had a good time there and I was in charge of making people smile and laugh, even if they didn't want to.
I used to make all the kids sing, and I used to sing to them. We only had one song, but that was alright. It was the song that went: “I don't want a pickle, I just wanna ride my motorsickle. And I don't wanna die, I just wanna ride my motor cy...... cle.” In the winter time I used to make them sing if they didn't put their boots in place, or I'd throw them out the door. Then they'd have to go get them in their socky feet. Wasn't nice was it.
Those little kids see me on the street in Selkirk or in Wal-Mart, and they're with their mom who is shocked to see their kid hanging onto the side of this old bugger. There was this one young fella who came up to me and instead of hugging he'd shake my hand. It was Christmas time and I said "what are you doing for Christmas?" "we don't have Christmas, we're Muslims" I'm like "Oh, how interesting, tell me all about it" So he told me and we had a good story. I learned something. It's amazing what you can learn from these children.
I have a T-shirt with every kids name on it. And all the stuff in my shop on the walls of all the things these kids made me. They spent months doing some of this stuff.
I sure appreciate that I have a family, and everybody's loved, and taken care of. You do the best you can and wish for the rest of them.
Chapter 10
Takin' Care