“Michael Jebb, Gerald Tacan, Philip Michell, Leonard Young Jr, Joe Wood in the middle, David, I can't remember his last name, Ken Courchene behind him. Ambrose Wood, far right. In front of him, I can't say, kneeling down, Gordon, I can't remember his last name. And far left, Clifford Nelson, Kneeling down, holding the winning banner.”

“Ladies, figure skating team, Assiniboia High School. This would have been ’65 or ‘66. Unfortunately, I wouldn't be able to name very many of them. Remember, we were segregated, so we didn't get to know the ladies very well.”

“I saw the supervisor, Luc Marchildon, reading a book, so I snuck up on him to take a picture. I didn't want to alert him. I wanted to take a natural photo. And sitting up on a deck, I'm not sure who that is, but the ones on the bottom right are Clifford Nelson and Salio Mamageesik. And they were enjoying me sneaking up on the supervisor.”

“This is me and Marilyn Fontaine. She was from Grand Rapids, as I learned later on. She was part of the figure skating team. This was taken in—the rink in the background was the secondary rink. When the first one was being used for official, this would be the go-to spare. They were probably practicing at the time to be in uniform. They were probably practicing, so I managed to get a photo with my camera. Somebody took a photo with my camera.”

“The one on the left is Melvin Jordan. The one on the right is Edwin Bruyere. That looks in the field in the back there. The fetch is along Wellington Crescent. And behind Wellington Crescent is the Assiniboine River. You can also see the bridge in the background, the railroad bridge.”

“Here's a bad part about res school. I left a family setting where I had extended family. Had grandparents who loved me, parents who loved me, and I went to a place where it was really nobody who loved me. I call it a cold place, a sterile environment. It just lacked love. You grew up in that. And in a way that's what you become. And I found that that's what I became. I became a cold, relatively rather heartless person. One day my son called me a cold fish. And when you're within that bubble, you don't realize it. You don't know how cold you are until somebody else points it out. In the end, I accepted that what my son said was true. And that I developed that from being in the school system, being in a loveless environment.”