For the past 2 years, I’ve made it to the ALL YEARS Viscount Bennett High School Reunion hosted at Schanks Sports Bar on the first Saturday night of May.
In 2025 we had many of my 1975 grad cohorts — it was our 50th.
In 2026 by the time I left, we had only 6 graduates from 1975.
Viscount Bennett is today demolished. As are some of us elderly grads. 😀
My first full-time job out of High School was milkman. I started at age-17 … when the minimum age to drive a milk truck for Palm Dairies was 25. 😀
In 1975-76 I was saving money to join pals on a gap year trip to Europe.
Great job. 4-days / week. Good pay.
We laughed at the letter carriers who worked 5 days / week. We laughed from our heated trucks.
I only had one fender bender accident over many months. Palm Dairies did the repair. Insurance company not notified.
At that time we were still doing home delivery of glass bottles. Using milk chutes. Accepting cash or milk tokens.
Drivers understood that there was no real reason to continue home delivery — other than inertia. Old folks still believed the milk was fresher if delivered direct to the house. It wasn’t.
… perhaps the single biggest detriment to the milkman was the proliferation of refrigeration in households. Refrigerators were first introduced in the 1910s, and just 30 years later, more than half of American homes had one.
By the 1960s, just about every home had a fridge, and families were able to store perishable items, including milk, easily and reliably — all but eliminating the need for daily deliveries.
I’m finally old enough to join the Old Fart Adventure Travel TikTok Crew. 😀
On the road in Singapore.
I’ve had many birthdays on the backpacker trail.
Tam and Les bought me birthday lunch in Little India. We had a robot waiter — though it was too uncoordinated to actually make it to our table. A waiter brought it the last mile.
For decades already I’ve been the oldest person in most hostels. I’ve grown used to the distinction.
Mostly, the kids treat me as a bit of a novelty: How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?
My old Elementary school is going strong. I pass by often as my brother still lives in the Glamorgan district in Calgary.
Glamorgan Elementary is ALL fond memories for me. I’m one of those weird kids who liked school. 😀
I did get LOST first day walking home from school!
Glamorgan Elementary was built to accommodate the growing population in the neighbourhood, which was rapidly developing post-World War II. It was the very edge of the city. Next block to my family home (bought 1963) was a farm with horses.
It was MODERN — architecture reflected the educational philosophies of the time, emphasizing open spaces and accessibility. That turned out to be a mistake, I’d say. Open classrooms are too loud and distracting.
Actually, it was only the Grade 6 students who used the open area / library. I recall lower grades being in regular classrooms.
In Grade 6 me and my buddies — including Brian Mason — arrived Monday mornings with our top 10 lists scrawled on scrap paper. We compared our updated TOP 10 A.M. RADIO SONGS … and TOP 10 GIRLS. 😀
Hey — it was a more sexist era.
His Mom was a teacher at the school.
Glenn P. Michell wrote up a personal account of his experience at the school and community.