The Special Guests

By Jim Hagarty

Gordie Howe’s aging parents, farmers from Floral, Saskatchewan, were proud of their famous son’s amazing successes.

But through all the years of his ascent from farm boy, to teenage star in Cambridge, Ontario, to NHL superstar with the Detroit Red Wings, they had never seen their son play a professional game of hockey. In those days, there were no NHL hockey teams in Western Canada, Gordie was not making a lot of money, though he was a star, and in that day and age, to get on a plane and fly somewhere to a hockey game was not a simple thing.

To mark a milestone, the Detroit Red Wings decided to honour Gordie Howe before a game one night in Detroit. He skated out onto the ice to wild applause. At centre ice was a big lump of a package, all wrapped up with ribbons, bows and paper. Gordie skated towards the object, not knowing what it was.

Suddenly, the passenger doors of the brand new car the Red Wings had bought their star opened up and out stepped his Mom and Dad.

Gordie Howe was a classy human being.

He inspired others to be classy too.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.