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Sometimes You Just Have to Wave Pom Poms Right?

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Sometimes You Just Have to Wave Pom Poms Right?
Ville de Cowansville
February 20, 2010  · 

Ballpark Bernard Street -1955– Cowansville Quebec
Bruck Mills opened this park in July of 1946

One day sitting at the Bluebird Restaurant on Main Street in Cowansville having french fries and a coke I had an epiphany. I was too young for Harry’s Poolroom just around the corner on South Street, but hopefully not too young for my dreams glancing back at me from a Seventeen Magazine.

The centrefold that month in 1962 was full of cheerleaders from all over the country and at age 11 going 12 my summer goal was to be one of them. Being in the chubby category and not enjoying sports one bit– it was going to be a challenge to achieve my dream. I told myself that cheerleading was not a sport, and I should be able to wave pom poms quite effectively without a lot of sweat.

In those days there were no tumbling or fancy pyramids, and to be quite honest it was basically just a girl’s fan club for the team. Comparing the cheerleaders now from the 60s with their pleated skirts and modesty, who knew what it was going to evolve into?

Later that week I found out that a junior league summer football team was being formed called the Cowansville Colts and they were looking for cheerleaders. If you look on Facebook, not much can be found about the team. Actually, people seem more interested in remembering what the old A & P looked like on the Main Street rather than a local team that won less than a handful of games. In 2017 on Facebook’s Ville de Cowansville page Jacques Giarde asked for any photos or memories of the Colts from the Brome-Missisquoi Junior  League. Nary a one came up. It goes to show you in those days when the cheer section started for the game we didn’t turn into Beyonce. History would have always documented ‘Beyonce-ness‘ no matter where or when it was.

Somehow I was picked to be a cheerleader for the Cowansville Colts team and some of the mothers took our waist measurements for our pleated white skirts being teamed up with a blue sweatshirt. Of course there were mandatory oversize white bloomers that looked like they came from granny’s underwear selection. There is no doubt that my waist measurement was as big as my dreams, but no one said anything about it. The first game was to be held at the Bernard Street ball park which was just around the corner from my home on Albert Street. This was the place in town that everyone in Cowansville went to– from baseball in the summer to a huge skating rink in the winter. If you were involved in any kind of local sports this was sports central in town.

All week long we practised at the ballpark with cheers I can only find on Google now from some game in Pennsylvania in 1959. But, even though I will be 70 this year I can still remember every word of those cheers and the moves. Granted, if you ask me what I did 10 minutes ago, I can’t remember, but ask me to recite those cheers and I can replicate them- without leg movements though. Coordination is now gone with the wind.

That summer we cheered at games in Cowansville, Knowlton, Sutton etc.– and at the end of each game I went from well kept cheerleader to looking like an apocalyptic disaster trying to cheer this team on to win. But, win they did not. In two minutes and thirty seconds at half time of each game we tried to make the team understand what we gals with the pretty white bows in our hair wanted. But, our cheers never seemed to catch on.

In 1962, may it be recorded, the Cowansville Colts only won one game– the last one, and the next summer of 1963 I was shipped off to Seattle, Washington as my mother had died that year. The Beatles suddenly replaced cheerleading in my life and when I returned home in August I wanted nothing to do with football or white pleated skirts. 

I guess that summer of 1962 was all about trying to be successful in what you dream about and especially losing the fear of failure. You have to start somewhere, and maybe that push in cheerleading led me up to touching Paul McCartney’s hair at the Edgewater Inn in Seattle in 1963– or having the nerve to sit outside Alice Cooper’s house in Greenwich, Conn. All I knew was that I had figured out that no matter what you look like: If you are chubby, short or tall, it just doesn’t matter. In reality the best cheer in the world is to cheer somebody else up- remember the power is never given to you– you just have to take it!

Bring it on!

From Ville de Cowansville on facebook

Le Yamaska 19 sept 1962

Les Frontenacs de Farnham ont défait les Colts de Cowansville, en dernière minute, ce fut une surprise avec un record définitif de 21 à 19.

Cowansville – Dans une finale surprise, les Frontenacs de Farnham se sont arrangés pour faire le toucher gagnant sur les Colts de Cowansville qui joueront fortement jusqu’à la fin de la partie ou les Frontenacs ont fait le dernier toucher pour ainsi gagner la partie. Il était apparent que près des dernières minutes, la ligne défensive de Cowansville éyait affaiblie considérablement et le champ arrière de Farnham usa d’un peu de stratégie pour enserrer tout les points gagnants. Les Colts dans le 1er quart, marquèrent 6 à 0, dans le 2ème, 7 à 6, et dans le troisième, 19 à 15. Mais à la fin, les Colts ne semblèrent pas capable d’avancer assez pour rester à côté de la marge d’un toucher.

Bien que cela soit un autre désappointement pour les Colts qui venaient juste de manquer une défaite avec les Larks de Knowlton, la semaine dernière, les Colts joueront la semaine prochaine pour une première partie de semi-finale, la première qui se tiendra à Knowlton, samedi prochain le 15 septembre. La deuxième partie se tiendra à Cowansville, la semi-finale sera le total des points de séries entre les deux clubs. Le gagnant des semi-finale jouera en première place avec les Frontenacs de Farnham dans un 2 de 3. Les points d’aujourd’hui ont été comptés pour Cowansville par : M. Laliberté (13), D. Peacock (21), ayant chacun un touché, et P. Jordan entra un point qui fut un succès. Pour Farnham se furent G. Harrison (31), un touché, R. Tarte (25) deux touchés, D. Racine (27) et H. Takeda eurent un et deux points respectivement.

Les majorettes des Colts appuièrent parfaitement leur club comme celles de Farnham qui sont bien organisées. M. H. Dubois de Montréal arbitre du QRFU arbitait la partie avec l’aide de Dick Ferris de Farnham et de Rupert Dobbin de Sweetsburg. M. E. Viens de Cowansville prenait les minutes et M. Ray Tétreault de Farnham était le correcteur de celles-ci. Les jeunes adeptes du football sont invités à aller à Knowlton pour les semi-finales dans la cours de l’école anglaise.

Venez supporter votre club local.

Le Yamaska 17 oct 1962

Dans la ligue Brome-Missisquoi Junior les jeunes représentants de Farnham ont terminé en beauté leur saison en remportant la grande finale aux dépens des Larks de Knowlton par le compte de 24 à 19. See Less

— with Jacques Giard.

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Jacques Giard

Un appelle à tous…. Si vous avez des photos ou autres articles des ces ligues de football… Pourriez vous poster le tout ici…Je fais une recherche sur le football et son histoire dans la région…Merci

Dedicated to Those That Were Once a Keane Big Eyed Kid

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Dedicated to Those That Were Once a Keane Big Eyed Kid

Years ago I was asked to write a piece for someone’s daughter. She had just adopted her and wanted to have a box of letters from different authors that she could open years later. So I decided to write about being yourself. I just found it last night. Someone out there today needs to read this.

Linda

“Dedicated to all those young and old who have tried to fit in, succumbed to peer pressure or have been bullied.”

Once upon a time there was a little girl called ME. All she ever wanted was for people to accept her.

“Do anything to survive, the inner brain said. Just be what people want you to be.”


So ME listened to her inner brain, and tried to grasp at any form of attention she could get. One thing ME had in her though was love, and compassion for her fellow man. No one could take that away from her, nor would she let them, no matter how hard they tried.

So as ME got older she bought way too many clothes, and was always “on stage” so to speak. She was not who she really was, but people did not know differently. They liked ME a lot, and ME thought if she introduced her real self to people they might not like her. She honestly felt for a great many years that she just could not take that chance. After all, it was all about love and being accepted.

Years passed, and ME grew unhappier by the day. She had two rooms of “foliage”, and all the clothes, hats, and accessories in the world still made her hate herself. ME began to acquire horrible traits, like terrible eating disorders. Wallis Simpson once said,

“You can neither be too rich or too thin,” and people believed her.


ME got into a lot of trouble trying to be thin, and for decades she was killing herself trying to be something she could never be. She honestly thought that if she could be thin people would like her. No, they would  love her!

After years of having all the money in the world to purchase new clothes, and being somebody she was not, she lost it all. Suddenly ME started to become something she had never been.

HERSELF!

HERSELF had always been there, deep down, but had never been introduced to anyone. Suddenly HERSELF was forced out into the open, gasping for air like a newborn. People did not like HERSELF. She was plain, and overweight, but  she still held the kindness she always had in her heart. They just could not accept HERSELF, as she wasn’t the shining ruby ME was.

HERSELF was gaining inner power everyday, and suddenly she did not need to be thin, nor have fancy clothes to be HERSELF.  Of course HERSELF has little these days, nor does she want things. After all, if you have nothing, you do not look for anything. She no longer needs these things for people to like her as HERSELF. She just keeps the people around her that love her for being what she is.

When some people question where ME has gone to, she smiles, and shrugs her shoulders. HERSELF is finally HERSELF, and no one is ever going to take that power away again. After all, “its all about ME” has been finally been dead and buried, and what is it really all about ?
BEING YOURSELF!

Linda Seccaspina – claudia radmore
Claudia Radmore photo at the CP LIbrary