By Trevor Jones – Dundas, Ont.
Curling has always been a part of my life. I remember pulling dad’s ‘rocks’ on my sleigh to the curling rink each fall. They were in a heavy wooden box.
Most curlers owned their own set of rocks that would be identified by placing tassels on the handles.
I remember having to put both my feet in the hack and pushing the rock as hard as I could. Sometimes they reached the other end.
Everyone used corn brooms. We laughed at the push brooms the Europeans used, but now that’s all we use.
I’m still curling in my 70s but due to knee problems, many of us seniors are still able to play by using a ‘stick’ to deliver the stone.