The Sun'll Come Out Tomorrow
Off to an Early Appointment this morning.
Back full strength tomorrow with the customary complaints, brick-a-bats, witticisms and favorite tunes.
In the meantime...
May he rest in peace...Gene Kiniski.
There was a time when, if you were a Canadian and you followed sports or entertainment, you had a pretty good handle on World Heavyweight Wrestling champ, Gene Kiniski.
This was around the same time that, if you were growing up in certain towns like Edmonton or Winnipeg, then half your friends were either Ukrainian or Polish and football players had names like Bronco Negurski.
During my late teens, I had one friend named Nick Olynick and another named Nick Olyarnick.
Olynick was short and dark; Olyarnick was tall and blond. Both were drop dead funny and huge laughers.
Kiniski the wrestling pro was fierce and fun.
3 comments:
When I was in my early years of teaching my name was Kornitsky. My students liked to believe that I was married to Gene Kiniski. I got undeserved respect!
I thought you might comment on Gene Kiniski. My mother, who passed away in 1985, babysat for Gene when I was about 8 years old (we were living in Kits at the time) and I felt very sad when I read that he had passed. I heard Nick on the radio talking about his dad and what a great guy he was. I wish I had asked my mom how it came about that she was his babysitter.
Mo.
Ahhhhhhh, childhood memories of Regina.
Gene Kiniski and Sweet Daddy Siki and his mirrors - all on a Saturday. :)
Stampede Wrestling!
Judie
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