Greg Mahaits:  

CLASS OF 1972
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Coquitlam, BC
Burnaby, BC
New westminster, BC
North vancouver, BC

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December 30th 2013, hello everybody, I quit paying for the CLASSMATES a few years ago. They won't make it easy to pay for one month by cheque. to catch up. They want...well, you know what they want. Well..THEY CAN'T HAVE IT ! So if anyone wishes to contact me, my phone is 250 256 4759, and my postal address is box 1547, Lillooet, B.C., V0K 1V0. best regards to everyone, Greg It is May 12th,2011, and my planned trip on the bike has been put on hold, for my dear dog, who has suffered an accident, and followed by a double cruciate ligament replacement surgery. The following many weeks of physio are being administered by daddy. ( me). Luckily, the money that I had saved for my trip, has covered the extensive vet bills.. But this is life, and I love her. She is able to walk with a limp now, and is getting massages and walks and good food and lots of encouragement from poppa...see the picture. Happy day after valentines day ! 2011 ! It's always fun to see that someone has stopped in to take a peek, but then when I go to their profile, and there are no pictures, and no story or information of any kind. It makes me wonder, what are you afraid of ? Sometimes, if I recognize the name of the visitor, I'll sign their book. You know, HELLO !. I have even signed the guestbook of unknowns, just as a courtesy. But when I look in, and there is nothing to see, no pic,story,info.....It makes me wonder....I mean, we're all in our 50's now...or older....c'mon....let's see you ! LET'S SEE YOU !. June 18th 2009. I'm back, sadly and happily. I sure missed my dog.We rode 7400 kms.From Kamloops where I spent MY first night at Chrystal and Lyle's place, to Pendleton Oregon the first night for all of us (G+L+C). Snowville Utah the second night,where we visited Delbert and Jenny and Mollie's Cafe. We met Tim, who goes by the name "Big Iron". He is a real midwest Redneck, very entertaining, as he is just like us. He said" I'm gonna tell you whut" ..and "Git-er-done" as good as Larry the Cable guy ! He was generous with cold beers all evening. Next day we rode to Panguitch, and spent two nights, visited Bryce Canyon, always beautiful. Chrystal had never been there. On to Cameron,one night at the luxurious Trading Post, then west to Seligman, to see the Grand Canyon Caverns. Back east to Cortez, into a fierce sandstorm through 30 miles of Monument Valley. Going 120 klicks cut through and we were less buffetted than we were at 60 or 50 kph.Up to Mesa Verde again, 9800 ft above sea level. No air to breathe for us old ex smokers and tokers.(and industrial defoliant users)(me). Down to Gallup New Mexico, west to Winslow Arizona, Remember the Eagles song ? And yes, there was a girl my lord in a flat-bed Ford, slowin' down to take a look at me. Lyle says she wuz lookin at HIM. Travelled north through Sedona, too beautiful to adequately describe.Back to Cameron for two nights, Grand Canyon, again, natch. Through Zion Park to Hurricaine.Pronounced" Hurri-kin".Palm trees everywhere. Got some warranty work done on my bike. No charge, YAY ! Riding home now. Enjoyed two nights in Snowville. Lightning and R A I N ! Great force of Nature. Then Heber City. Our last night before arriving at home was...uh...fooey, I forget.OMAK, Wash. ! We were gone 20 days. Next year, mostly New Mexico, I think.Always by motorcycle. May 12th, 2009. Another election day come and gone. I voted, as did 49% of elegible BC'ers. Sign of our times. I vote because it is my social responsibility to particapate in this questionable atrocity.I have finally started to vote for who I think might make the least harmful impact in the most important areas. Green. What good is a thousand bucks in my pocket if I cannot breathe the air, drink the water,or eat the food ? I'm leaving for Arizona soon, on the bike, naturally. With my fragrant pal Lyle, and his girlfriend Chrystal coming too. Be gone 3 weeks. Just about nothing pleases me more.TTFN. Feb 25th,2009. I'm looking very happily forward to my last day of work with CN Railway coming up March 4th. Then it'll be 41 days A/Vacation, followed by 46 years of retirement. I figured, I'll break even at that age. I'm going on another Bike trip this year, with my friend Lyle and his girlfriend Chrystal coming too. I'll also be playing more raquetball with my still locally-based daughter Chris. She and I are very bad at this game. Really alot of fun. I , sometimes with a few friends,have put on 62 free" Old Time Fiddle Dances " at the local Old Folks Facility here in Lillooet, over the past seven years.I play Fiddle and Banjo at these . ( I edited this on Oct 6th, 2013) I may start teaching Beginning Banjo and Fiddle as well, but only for practicing students ! Bleeding fingers make for a progressive student...( insert maniacal laughter here) I am thrilled to be here at this start of a different stage in my life. Life June 24th 2007. Just back home from another great bike trip. This time with my friend Lyle coming too. Lyle is a natural comic, and , like me, never shy to express how very rediculous he is. This made for a happy time. Lyle and I would stay up late, have a few beers and talk while Aleda, with her female head and neck, ( structurally speaking, like a melon sitting on a toothpick) tired from the days relentless buffeting by the wind, would retire early and sleep. We rode 6033 kms in 13 days, spending two days in a row in Cameron Az. and Snowville, Utah. From Cameron, we rode to the south rim of the Grand Canyon for each of the two days, parked our motorcycles and rode the Canyon Shuttle busses. One every 12 minutes, you can get off at any viewpoint and walk the rim trail to the next viewpoint, or board the next bus. The cost is included with the Park fee. 20 bucks each for a seven day pass. We three had each ordered the "Warriors Surprise", a breakfast at the Cameron Trading Post. This consisted of a large plate of fry-bread, covered with baked beans, in turn covered with successive layers of salsa, lettuce,shredded cheese with sourcream, all topped with a fried egg. One of these would have been sufficient, divided amoung us three. None of us finished, although, I came the closest. We figured out what the " Surprise" part was, while riding the Canyon shuttle. Lyle's ass opened up and didn't close for 30 minutes. Just gas, of course. This is a tasteful account of part of our trip, and I have no wish to offend the sensitive reader with gratuitious bad manners. Anyway, that said, the constant volume of gas could have killed a Canyon Donkey, only it was only I, sitting by the window, immersed in the created draft, that suffered , while Lyle , who sat in the seat directly in front of me, and my dear lady friend Aleda , who sat beside me,laughed about it. Aleda didn't even catch a whiff. Those PIGS !Later, we were fortunate to see three of the transplanted California Condors. One swooped right down the road directly over us as we were riding out. They have a nine foot wingspan. In Snowville,( Utah) we stayed at the Lottie-Del RV Park. Cabins are 30 buck per night. Full hookups for RV's . Beautifully maintained driving range, free balls and clubs. I always shoot a couple of buckets. Lyle teaches golf to the high school kids at home, and gave me a few tips that, when I chose to follow his suggestions, resulted in many 200 + yard sometimes straight shots. We then walked out over the ten acres of range and picked up our buckets of balls. Not required, but Delbert, the owner and host is such a great guy that we enjoyed the sensation that we were being of help. Almost no rain this trip. An hour on the first day and for 2 minutes, at Cache Creek, B.C. on the last day. Of course, when we went by Lytton, we had to bundle up as it is always chilly going by there. ( smile) Actually, we came home the other way,via Princeton. I only mentioned Lytton because the Mayor there, Mr.Right Honourable Chris O'Connor always says that it's Canada's hot spot, which of course it isn't, Lytton merely receives the hot Lillooet wind after we've used it in Lillooet and ...Expand for more
there's not much left of it by the time it blows down to Lytton. Enough to make bread rise, maybe, after we've baked our cookies in it. School School was pretty poor really,it's primary function being to employ teachers who never grew up and were loathe to lose the two months off in the summer. ( Hey, that wasn't so dumb)I didn't particularly benefit from public school, other than learning to read and write. Finding that most of the time that I needed, and asked for help,(due to the fact that I didn't pay attention because it was so boring) that the teacher was too self absorbed and too impatient to help, or, on the rare occasion that they did, made the whole experience so unpleasant as to make me sure that I would never repeat that mistake of asking THAT teacher for help again. ...Probably because they knew I wasn't paying attention during regular class time. There were much better things to look at. Remember Girls in Hot Pants ? Mini Skirts ? My god, I was busy formulating a memory that could be used later... I did like Band Class, and Visual Communications in high school was great with Mr. uh...short name,4 letters... was it Mr.Burr? Short man with thick glasses who was always HAPPY to be of help. Well, I'm gonna stop now before I get thrown out.. Greg Mahaits College I never went to a college, or university, although mom and dad had saved for it and the money was there. I had no specific interests. I was interested in everything. I could not pick one thing, or group of related things, that interested me more than other groups of things. So I never went to further my education. I couldn't accept that I would be limiting myself to doing one thing for my lifes work. How utterly boring. Deadening. Like saying(to me) " That's it,There is nothing else." I was a dreamer ....I have taken IQ tests in the last year, I will only say that it was above 140. I was rather surprised, but only a little. No wonder I couldn't pick a carreer. I had potential for more. ( when will THAT arrive ?) With the BC Railway, I took their engineering courses and was told by the instructor that I was the only person who ever beat his personal exam score. The questions that I got wrong were written by someone who was functionally illiterate. I pointed it out duing tally-time, and was assured that the specific questions that I was refering to would be re-worded. But they didn't award me the point for answering correctly, the question in question. The vernacular of the peasantry hadn't vexed anyone else. I still got 99%. Disappointing to me. I never did achieve a 100% exam, due only to the , as previously stated, the fruits of the functionally illiterate writers of exams. If I could go back NOW, as a 54 year old, I would pursue a degree in music, and teach, encouraging free thinking, and harmony. Bach knew what he was doing,mathematically, in his approach to music. I think that I would have preferred that he was less of an intellectual in his manifestations of methodical noise.I think that it was too bad he was so void of love, in his compositions.Or maybe, I just lack the capacity to feel it. All that work...and no thrill, no kiss. I know that there may be some who might dissagree. That's it for me. Workplace I am looking forward to retiring. I have been a Ranch hand,for $5.00 a day, for a 12 hour day plus Room and Board, minus breakage, a waiter,a fibreglass boat finisher,a fabric cutter in an upholstery shop, a garbageman, a member of a road paving crew,a stock-boy in a good Fabric Store,a hose handler on a concrete pumping crew,a digger outer of old septic fields( by hand and shovel, no less),a construction labourer, and had my own business as a Metal Polisher, mostly on custom motorcycles, sometimes working on old boats, and once, I had a 1930 Jaguar car in need of custom metal polishing.I did work that was second to none, my failing was in handling the money. (A healthy quantity of booze and drugs figured prominantly.) Then, 34 years of railroad work, from Section labourer to Foreman, Track Patrolman,Relief Supervisor, Track Inspector/Assistant Roadmaster with 151 miles of track under my scrutiny. The 5 years I did that job, my territory never had a single derailment, until two years after I left that position due to the company wanting me to look after an additional one hundred miles, for a total of 251 miles. I said NO. So I am now back in a Union job,doing a track patrol of only 71 miles, and I don't have to sit on the phone when I'm not at work. I have the luxury of saying no, I don't want to go out again, leave me alone you people, etc...( ..find a happy place...find a happy place..) I can retire in less than 5 months.Well, that's it. Best regards to you all as we make our way through life, enjoying it ALL, trying to make a difference...without mucking it all up. Greg Mahaits Military I enjoyed Army Cadets, The B.C. Regiment, 1967 to 1970. I was the Duty Bugler. From Sept 2001 until October, 2007, I took on the teaching of Bugle, trumpet, saxophone, flute, baritone and Clarinet to the Army Cadet Band here in Lillooet, along with Mr Glen Pfeifer, who taught Drums, having been a regular corps drummer himself, Glen also taught Drill, the intricate marching moves , of weaving through one another during a parade. Glen passed away on August 19th, 2007. He played with and was friends with Jerry Garcia, of the Grateful Dead, and also, played the Banjo on an album with Chief Dan George.I have stopped teaching the band.It was all volunteer work, two and a half hours per week,plus time spent repairing instruments, and planning lesson content, and trips to Kamloops for supplies, etc. Nothing else to say here. June 15th, 2012. What was my first car ? Never had one. I have had 5 pickup trucks. Old. Rusty. I don't care about cars. never have. I have loved 11 motorcycles though. I still ride. I have been over a lot of North America. Never in a four wheeled vehicle. Motorcycle. Cars suck.Oh sure, they are useful, but really....oh alright, in a cold downpour. Sure. windows and a roof. Good idea. And I can take my dog. Never bothered to get a class 5 license till I was 24. First wife pregnant. Kinda made a class 5 necessary. HOWEVER...if I had to have a car, I'd like either, a 1955 MGTD, or a 52 Chevy Bel-Aire Convertible. Powder Blue with a white interior, or lastly, a 1956 Cadilac. You know, with the electric radio arial that shoots up from the hood. I went to Disneyland in 1958 in one of these...my Uncle Pat drove. It was his car, and he was kind enough to operate the arial when I asked. Often. Nice man. God bless him. Hmm...I seemingly cannot spell arial. Screw it. It is now July 13th 2016. My dear dog Sundae died on June 11th. I have never before been so heartbroken. I will not get another dog. I am still teaching elementary violin and banjo. I am not a tyrant. Progress and compliance is entirely up to the student. I have fired any student who chooses to not practice so regularly that they get continually better in a reasonable time. Learning what to do is not difficult. Getting better requires daily practice. And..TUNE IT OR DIE ! Gardening this morning. I have harvested my 93 garlic plants. The soil needs enrichment so I bought 10 bags of organic SEA SOIL. this will be dug in after I have weeded every scrap of self propagating root ( Jerusalem Artichoke) and other undesireable plant elements, out. God this is boring. Still waking up alive ! On April 26th 2016 I acquired a 1960 Velocette Venom. 500cc single. I am still restoring it. Almost finished.only days away...One of the finest motorcycles ever made. Burt Munro raced them much more than he did tha Indian . December 9th 2022. I just rejoined Classmates. Since being on here last, I have lost 60 pounds, quit drinking 6 years ago, Not a dope user either. Joined another band as a multi instrumentalist, and have almost finished a total restoration of a 1972 650cc Triumph Bonneville. And much more . Still very happy to be alive. Still miss my dog Sundae, who passed on June 11th, 2016.
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