Pea Soup for the Newfoundland Soul
By Grandpa Pike
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These are short pieces—easy reads, suitable for reading while waiting for your flight, or after the kids are in bed and you finally have the bathroom to yourself, or while in a two-mile-long lineup for the Port aux Basques ferry during a three-day windstorm. Get comfortable, lean back, and then go hitchhiking with Grandpa in the 1960s, when he got a ride from a lady preacher, a trucker, and a guy in a red Corvette on his way to Mexico.
Read about his encounter with “the man from Glad,” his worst job interview, his failed attempt at a leveraged buyout of the Bank of Nova Scotia, and about the youngsters sitting at the kitchen table, looking out at the stormy night while waiting for that very last boat to come in through the Narrows—their dad’s.
You’ll laugh or cry, but you won’t be bored as Grandpa Pike rollicks his way through his wins and losses on topics as diverse as pets, religion, annoying people, the good old days, hockey, graduation, airport bars, lawyers, doctors, and the three scariest words to an old-fashioned man—scarier even than “hold my purse.”
Grandpa Pike
Laurie Blackwood Pike, a.k.a. Grandpa Pike, was born in Stanhope, Newfoundland and Labrador. He is retired from his position as business development manager with a national chain of hardware and building supply stores. In 2017, he received the Estwing Gold Hammer Award—the industry’s recognition for his contributions. In 1986, he bought a rural general store, developed a logo, and branded the business “Grandpa Pike’s.” His unique store was profiled in the hardware industry’s Hardware Merchandising magazine. In recent years, Grandpa Pike has used his nickname for charity work. In 2007, he partnered with the Children’s Wish Foundation of Canada, Newfoundland & Labrador Chapter, to release a music CD. In 2009, he partnered with them again to produce a gospel Christmas CD. He is married to Kathleen Pike and has one daughter, Laurie Shannon. Pea Soup for the Newfoundland Soul is his fourth book. His other books, Grandpa Pike’s Outhouse Reader, Grandpa Pike’s Number Two, and A Man of My Word (the biography of former premier Beaton Tulk), are all critically acclaimed bestsellers.
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Pea Soup for the Newfoundland Soul - Grandpa Pike
By Grandpa Pike
Pea Soup for the Newfoundland Soul
A Man of My Word
Grandpa Pike’s Outhouse Reader
Grandpa Pike’s Number Two
Flanker Press Limited
St. John’s
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Title: Pea soup for the Newfoundland soul / Grandpa Pike.
Names: Grandpa Pike, 1944- author.
Identifiers: Canadiana (print) 20200176412 | Canadiana (ebook) 20200176420 | ISBN 9781771177917
(softcover) | ISBN 9781771177924 (EPUB) | ISBN 9781771177931 (Kindle) | ISBN 9781771177948 (PDF)
Subjects: LCSH: Grandpa Pike, 1944-—Anecdotes. | LCSH: Newfoundland and Labrador—Biography—
Anecdotes.
Classification: LCC FC2161.8 .G74 2020 | DDC 971.8/04092—dc23
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© 2020 by L. Blackwood Pike
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Contents
Introduction
DEDICATION
Chapter 1 — The Good Old Days
November the Eleventh
Men’s Service Clubs
Red Ribbons and a Blue Christmas
What were the ’60s Like
Jackson’s of Yarmouth and Donnie Dart
To My Niece, Mackenzie, on Graduation Day
The Tramp
The Virgin
The Eighth Boat
UFOs
The Greatest Sport of All—Hockey
Chapter 2 — People I Won’t Forget
Brian
René
Gerry
How I Met the Madonna
Gilbért
Two Freds
Too Short (For Shellie)
Mary and the Bank of Nova Scotia
Perry
James D
Hitchhiking in the ’60s
Cindy—Tough but Not Hard
Chapter 3 — Animals: The Quick and the Dead
Are Pets Family, Prisoners, or Lovable Slaves?
Hobo’s Last Ride
Grandpa’s Animal Troubles
Dogs
Of Hunting and Killing
Groundhogs, Squirrels, Skunks, and Snakes
Stupid Starlings
Rescue the Perishing
Micro
Harley
Chapter 4 — Quirks and Quare Habits
You Never Listen to a Word I Say
There’s Someone for Everyone
Some Different Shades of Grey
Hugs
We Must Keep in Touch
Annoying People
Single Mother’s Day
The Death of Good Manners
Chapter 5 — Ranting and Roaring
Three Scary Words
Noisy Little Brats Grow Up
To Smokers
That’s How I Feel
Garbage and Valuables—Then and Now
Laws, Rules, and Regulations
Men and Their Sons
Lawyers
Our Population Conundrum
You Can’t Take It with You?
Doctors—The Good and the Incompetent
Why?
Chapter 6 — Religion
A Prayer
The First Gospel Song
Jesus Loves Me? (Toronto, 1964)
God’s Playful Mood
The Crossmaker
You Won’t Believe Why I’m Late, Rachel
God or No God—At Christmas
Chapter 7 — Road Warriors
We Couldn’t Catch a Break
Job One is Customer Service
Airport Bars
Pet Peeves of Travel
Them A--holes from Montreal
The Evolution of Timmie’s
Job Interviews—Don’t You Hate Them?
Vacuum Cleaner Salesman
Whaddaya Do with an Empty Paint Can?
Chapter 8 — Random Passages
Coffee
A Town Called Nowhere
Idiots or What?
There Was a Place
Little-Known Facts About Cars
Old Folks at Home
Of Verandas and Fireplaces
Well Diggers
Introducing Skipper Willie Bray
Property Rights (by Skipper Willie Bray)
About the Author
Introduction
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When I was a young man, I got my first real
apartment. My bedding was a sleeping bag atop an old used mattress on the floor in that bed-sitting
room—with no bed. The kitchen
—the other side of this tiny room—consisted of a discarded chrome table with two wobbly chairs, a hot plate, and a few kitchen utensils that I’d picked up at the Sally Ann.
Until I developed the culinary skills to make Kraft Dinner, I lived almost entirely on canned pea soup. It was great! I needed only a spoon, a saucepan, and a can opener to make
it. They had two sizes of cans then—a fifteen- and a thirty-ounce. If I was really hungry, I opted for the larger size—if not, I chose the smaller.
Life’s like that. It’s up to you to complicate it or keep it simple. If you search for recipes for Newfoundland pea soup on the Internet, you’ll see that everyone makes it differently. In addition to split yellow peas, some add ham bones or salt beef, turnip, carrots, potatoes—or all of the above—and doughboys. Some call them dough balls or dumplings. To the purists they are likely doughbuoys,
as they float, partially submerged, like a fishing buoy.
Pea soup—like Jiggs’ dinner, and fish and brewis—is Newfoundland soul food.
My stories, like Newfoundland pea soup recipes, are varied. Some could cause you to laugh hysterically (he said humbly). Others may make you cry. If I’m really in top form, you could both laugh and cry during the same piece.
May your soul find this book as filling and satisfying as Newfoundland pea soup. Should unexpected company arrive, add a bit of water and share—the soup, I mean, not the book. Keep this book dry and in a safe place.
Dedication
_____________________________
Some authors dedicate their books to a famous person, to a close friend, or to their significant other. I like to break with tradition. Therefore, I will dedicate this book to all the girls I liked
when I was single: all the girls I asked out but who were not that desperate—or at least were wise enough— to turn me down.
So, to: Abby, Adele, Aggie, Agnes, Alexis, Alice, Alicia, Allison, Angela, Angie, Ann, Annette, Annie, Ann-Marie, April, Arlene, Ashley, Audrey, and Barbara, Beatrice, Belinda, Belle, Bernice, Betsy, Betty, Beverly, Blair, Bobbie, Brenda, Brianna, Briar, Brigitte, Britney, and Camilla, Candace, Candy, Carmen, Carol, Caroline, Carolyn, Carrie, Cassandra, Catherine, Cathy, Cecilia, Celine, Charity, Charlene, Charlotte, Chelsea, Christine, Cindy, Clarissa, Claudette, Claudine, Cleo, Colleen, Collette, Connie, Coral, Corinne, Courtney, Cristina, Cynthia, and Daisy, Dallas, Danielle, Darlene, Dawn, Debbie, Deborah, Delia, Delilah, Della, Delores, Denise, Diana, Diane, Dixie, Dominique, Donna, Dora, Doris, Dorothy, Dylan, and Edie, Edith, Eileen, Elaine, Eleanor, Elizabeth, Ella, Elisa, Eloise, Emily, Emma, Erika, Estelle, Ester, Etta, Eunice, Eva, Evangeline, Eva, Eve, and Faith, Fallon, Felicity, Fiona, Flora, Florence, Frances, Francine, Freda, and Genevieve, Genny, Georgina, Geraldine, Gina, Giselle, Gladys, Gloria, Grace, Greta, and Gwen.
(Looks like I’m running out of space here after the G’s, so I’ll try to include all the others in future books.)
I do hope each and every one of you found a good partner. You’ll never know what you missed, though. It would have taken a good man to beat me—although it wouldn’t have taken him long.
Chapter 1
THE GOOD OLD DAYS
We remember some events and places more clearly than others because something extraordinary occurred or because of the exceptional people with whom we shared those experiences. Here are a few of mine.
November the Eleventh
____________________________
He was looked up to by all, not only because he was very tall but because he was the best—the most successful farmer in our area. He seemed to know intuitively what crops would be most in demand in a particular year and whether the weather would be suitable.
He was the first to offer a hand to anyone down on their luck—the first to raise his hand to help another farmer who was sick or overwhelmed with work. Surprisingly, he had only one hand to offer.
That lean old one-armed farmer stood up in front of our grades one to six classes to give a Remembrance Day speech. He took his Vogue papers and Player’s makin’s
out of his shirt pocket with his thumb and forefinger, used the others to retrieve a folded piece of paper, and then deftly re-deposited his smoking materials. After unfolding the paper, he read:
"When I was fifteen, I left the farm to go fight the Germans. They was bad. I got shot up pretty good, but I killed a few. They sent me home in 1917. I went back at farming and got strong. I got better. By 1939 I felt pretty good, so I went back to fight the Germans. That’s when I lost my left arm. They sent me home again, and I went back at farming.
Things are good now. I’m slower at milking. I can drive okay—steer with my knees when I shift—but it’s hard to turn at the end of the field and lift the plow. So . . . if you want to win the plowing matches, don’t go fight the Germans.
He smiled, and we all laughed.
That was his whole speech. He folded it up again and tucked it back in his pocket. It was now recess. We all went outside as he got back into his truck to drive home. My friend was going on about how brave the old man was and how he wanted to be a soldier.
I didn’t hear much. I was too busy watching that man behind the wheel. He rolled a good one with his one hand, tamped both ends, and then lit the match with his thumbnail. He saluted and drove away.
I joined the army cadets in grade nine, and each year we marched in the Remembrance Day parade. Since then I’ve listened to half a hundred politicians and veterans give their speeches on November 11. Nobody, though, since that old farmer has ever shown more simply or convincingly what war can do to you—and what it can’t do.
Men’s Service Clubs
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There are a number of service clubs that a fellow could join, like the Rotary, Masons, Knights of Columbus, and Lions Club, to name a few. I never joined one, as their meetings were held through the week, and being a commercial traveller, I was only home on weekends.
For a short time I was off the road, having bought a building supply yard. I thought it might be nice to join one. I had a friend who was in the Masons, and I knew most of the members of the local club. I asked him what my chances were of getting in. He told me that every member of the local club votes and that one vote against me would keep me out.
However, that’s not exactly how he explained it. What he said was, You might get in or you might get blackballed.
Not knowing whether this might be painful or just embarrassing, I didn’t attend a meeting or seek membership. Most clubs have some secret language, or sign, or initiation procedure, and I found out later that it would have been painless, but I had already joined another club.
Eric, the president of the local Lions Club, was a regular customer at our store. He also managed a retirement home that was a major account for our business. Eric and others encouraged me to join. I joined, attended a few meetings, and I must say that it was a good experience. They were a great bunch of guys and did a lot of valuable community work in our area.
At the time my store was open seven days a week, and it didn’t leave much time for me to participate in any community work. I felt it was unfair to be a member and not fully participate, so I dropped out.
My wife, however, drove me crazy trying to find out the secret signs or handshakes we had. If we had any, I wouldn’t have been able to tell her, of course. After I left the Lions, I told her that it probably would be no harm to sing her our secret song.
To the tune of the William Tell Overture (Lone Ranger theme song), I had written out a couple verses of nonsense. I don’t remember all the words now, but my last line was, I’m a Lion, I’m a Lion, I’m a lyin’ son of a b----.
I sang it to her. I thought she believed me, but I felt guilty and had to tell her the difference in a few days. She got me back, though.
Wrong time to tell me that, my son! I sang it to Eric when he was in the store the other day. He just looked at me funny and then walked out. I think we’ve lost his business.
That was news we didn’t need—and she knew that. Then she told me that she was only pulling my leg. Fortunately for me, she too was a lyin’, a lyin’, a lyin’ son of a b----!
Red Ribbons and a Blue Christmas
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He had wrapped and unwrapped M’s Christmas present a dozen times since September. Would she like it? Would she accept it? Would he even get the nerve to give it to her? He had received some money for his birthday in September, and next day at school he spent it all at the nearby store. Twenty-five