Sure, I’m retired and could say “I’m living the dream”
but this isn’t about me. No, this is about Uncle Johnny, or more accurately
Ellen’s uncle John Osborne Filkin.
When I was growing up, I had only one season of sports,
serious sports – hockey season. It lasted twelve months each year. I played in
organized leagues during the Fall, Winter, and Spring. I played ‘road hockey’
using a tennis ball in place of a puck before school, during recesses, at lunch
time and, after school until the street lights came on and I was begrudgingly required
to call it a day. Sure, I played some
baseball in the summer and some football in the Fall but life really revolved
around hockey, hockey, and more hockey.
I knew every player in the National Hockey League (NHL),
as for most of the years when I was young, there were only six teams. More than
anything else, I dreamed of developing my skills and being good enough to one
day play hockey professionally, especially to be in the NHL.
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Recently, I took a second, closer look at a border
crossing card from 1930 for Ellen’s Uncle Johnny. The card stated that his
reason for entering the United States (he crossed the border from Sarnia,
Ontario to Port Huron, Michigan) was to play hockey in Los Angeles, California.
Playing hockey in California? Many, many decades ago? That, to say the least,
piqued my curiosity!
It turns out there are many records, some of which are found
in obscure non-genealogically oriented databases, that provide evidence of
Uncle Johnny’s hockey career. And then the ‘honey hole’ was presented to me by
Ellen’s cousin and Uncle Johnny’s daughter, Jule. An old family scrapbook
collection, assembled by one of Uncle Johnny’s brothers, containing all the
press clippings they were able to gather eighty years ago pertaining to Uncle Johnny’s
hockey career.
So this is the story of John Osborne Filkin. He was known
widely by the name ‘Jack’ but my wife knew him only as ‘Uncle Johnny.’
John Osborne Filkin was born April 25, 1905 in the tiny
hamlet of Irondale, Ontario, Canada. Irondale is located on Salerno Lake in a
rural, heavily-wooded part of Ontario, far from, well, almost everything. John’s
father was William Mark Filkin, a chemical engineer who about twenty years
earlier had immigrated to Canada from his native Birmingham, England. John’s
mother was Alma Maud Armstrong who had been born in the small town of Minden,
Ontario.
Summers during Jack’s childhood would offer, as they do
today, opportunities for water sports – swimming, fishing, and canoeing. The
Fall, Winter, and Spring seasons meant attending school and no doubt for Jack, a
chance to skate and play hockey on the frozen ponds and rivers that were
plentiful in his part of the province. Jack’s teen years meant chances to
work in a local sawmill but he always found time for hockey. Jack probably played
hockey whenever and wherever he could, just like I did years later. But he was
different. He was truly dedicated to the game and very talented.
In 1927, Jack climbed the joined the amateur hockey ranks
eventually joining team of the York Bible Class, a young men’s organization
established a few years earlier by Denton Massey, a member of one of Canada’s
more famous families. That year his hockey team won the championship of the
city of Toronto.
In Part 2, a look at the Road to the NHL.
Happy blogiversary. I look forward to reading part two about "Uncle Johnny". You are a great storyteller.
ReplyDeleteJanet, Thanks for your kind comment and remembering that it is the 4th anniversary of my blog. I had actually forgotten! I can still remember nervously publishing that first post oh so long ago. Ian
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