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Peter Payan's Feller tales
On a Wednesday afternoon during my 11th grade year, I think, I walked down to St Blaise. While there, I noticed a freight train at the station. Being of an adventurous mind, I asked the engineer if he was going into St. Jean, and if so, could I ride in the engine. He was, and I did - it was a great ride. After arriving, I went downtown and looked around - I don't remember exactly what I did 42 years ago. My next concern was getting back to Feller before supper so as not to be missed. I hitch-hiked, getting two rides; one to the turn-off from the highway, and one to the village. From there, I walked back, arriving in time for supper. I don't remember any reprecussions happening to me for my 'outing'.
My only other memory of note was being 'in-charge' of cleaning the Chemistry Lab. To do this I had all the keys - door + chemical cabinet. So, again being adventurous, I took a small piece of sodium, which burns in the air, from the lab each week. (Mr Cram could never figure out how the volume kept getting smaller without any experiments being done). Anyway, I took the purloined piece out behind the barn to watch it burn.. I don't remember ever being caught - probable because the lab was in the basement of the Gym building - 'out-of-sight, out-of-mind'! 
 I was just looking at and reading Rick Lambert's class pictures of 1962. The word 'curling' triggered a memory of going to Lacolle sitting in the back of the Farm Pick-up - sometimes along with a pile of cedar posts. It sure was cold in the winters.

I also remember the ice at the curling rink. It never seemed to be even or level. Each time we went, it sloped to the left or to the right. It was impossible to judge at the rocks never went straight! Those were the days, my friend...