February 11, 2007

On Losing

Posted in hockey at 10:57 pm by Mike Milinkovich

Well, the Desperadoes (Team C) finally lost their first game of the year. As a matter of fact we got beat pretty badly, 4-1.

It’s been pretty obvious for a while that this was coming. The team just has not been playing all that well for the past month. Hopefully this will be a wake up call for the boys. Having won all their games so far, complacency has set in.

Still, no reason to panic. Including tournaments we have an 18-1-3 record on the season which is a darn impressive record. We were missing three good defencemen this weekend and at least four of the boys were suffering from colds. Hopefully next weekend with a practice Saturday, game on Sunday will get us back on track.

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Fun on the Farm

Posted in family at 1:32 pm by Mike Milinkovich

My cousin Blake McChristie is a wiz with a video camera. I’m not exactly sure how he did it, but he managed to get a bunch of my grandfather’s old 8mm film onto video, then cut-and-spliced it into a wonderful Dambrowitz family momento. It’s a little grainy, but does a great job of capturing the life and times of the family.

So what are you seeing? My grandfather Earnest (Ernie) John Dambrowitz was born in Boston and moved to Matheson, Ontario in the early 1920’s. The family were literally pioneers, homesteading a 160 acre farm in the Northern Claybelt.

He met and married a local girl, Jesse Graham, and together had 10 children. My mother Sylvia is the second oldest of the brood of five boys and five girls. Although the family lived through the Great Depression, the Second World War and tons of hard work on and off the farm, as you can see there were lots of opportunities for fun.

In two and a half minutes, Blake’s video manages to capture some key highlights of my grandfather’s life: his love of family, his lifelong passion for horses and the fun he had designing and building boats.

Ernie Dambrowitz died in 2004 at the age of 93. He was still living on the farm that he had helped carve from the wilderness, and was still actively farming it. He had over 25 head of pure-bred Hereford cattle in the barn when he passed away. He still had the wit and humour of a man half his age. A patriarch in the finest possible meaning of the word, he was truly a tribute to the old-fashioned virtues of hard work and dedication to family.

Check it out