referred to Carey Price as Jesus Price.
I wonder if the people reading the article that didn't know about religion wondered who they were talking about, just a thought.
referred to Carey Price as Jesus Price.
I wonder if the people reading the article that didn't know about religion wondered who they were talking about, just a thought.
"The fans, they pray for two things. The first is that the Canadiens will win. The second thing is that they pray for the Canadiens to crush the Maple Leafs, but I think you don't need any God for that," he said with a laugh.
I mean I think that every single sports fan prays that their team wins, it almost seems like a normal thing to do nowadays.
"We really want to see what everyone wants to say.… When you have a lot of people passionate about hockey, and not about religion, it's interesting to see people's reactions to the question," she said. "If they can make connections between religion and sport, it helps get people involved; there will be a lot of diversity."
I wonder what some of the responses that were collected said, I think it would be an interesting read for sure.
His rare defeats were their defeats.And no defeat was as personal, as galling, as the suspensionthat NHL president Clarence Campbell had handed Richard the daybefore all hell broke loose.
It amazes me to see that a suspension of someone for a reason that has some actual logic behind it has such a bad air about it.
Smoke from a tear-gas canister haddriven thousands of hockey fans into the streets, sparking afour-hour rampage that yielded the requisite fires, shatteredwindows, looted stores, overturned cars and 137 arrests.
This sounds like utter chaos, but almost like it has been seen in recent times, for differing reasons.
“Because I always try so hard to win and had my troubles in Boston, I was suspended. At playoff time, it hurts not to be in the game with the boys. However, I want to do what is good for the people of Montreal and the team. So that no further harm will be done, I would like to ask everyone to get behind the team and to help the boys win from the Rangers and Detroit. I will take my punishment and come back next year to help the club and younger players to win the Cup.” His words had a palliative effect. The next night nobody threw galoshes, nobody broke any more windows, nobody stopped streetcars.
It is nice to see that the public listened to the words that he had to say and actually acted on them instead of disregarding them and acting however they wanted.
In an era when the game was more violent than today’s version, when players did not wear helmets or mouth guards and when they jousted more frequently with their sticks, Richard still exceeded the acceptable standards. On one occasion he knocked out New York Rangers’ tough guy Bob “Killer” Dill twice in the same game. In 1947, he broke his stick over the head of another Ranger, Bill Juzda. A month later, he clubbed the Maple Leafs’ Bill Ezinicki in the Stanley Cup finals. Opponents frequently antagonized Richard because they could count on him retaliating and they would rather see him in the penalty box than on the ice. By 1955, he had become one of the game’s most penalized players. During 18 seasons total, he was assessed 1,285 minutes in penalties.
A part of me wonders if this riot on the ice had lead to a more regulated version of hockey that had more safety measures in effect.
“RICHARD GOES INSANE”
This is definitely not the headline I thought they would have gone for. But reading the story does make it seem somewhat fit.
Incensed, Richard swings his stick with two-fisted fury at Laycoe. He hits him with such force across the shoulders that his stick splinters. Laycoe sheds his gloves and rushes at Richard, who drops his gloves. The two thrash at one another with their fists.
I meannnnnn I'd be pretty mad if someone had clipped my face with a hockey stick, but I don't think that I would ever have gone to this extreme.
the world’s greatest hockey player to that time
Is that a personal opinion, or is this based off of actual statistics?
Richard's story had linesman Cliff Thompson holding him back, arms pinned, while Laycoe was allowed to smack away. Rocket said he warned the linesman three times to let him go before he finally clocked the official. Laycoe's story had Thompson trying to wrestle both of them and, in order to get at the Bruins player, Richard smacked the official.
The way that stories are told and retold really goes to show that every perspective sees another side of the story, and that most stories in human history, no matter if they are significant or just a personal memory, differ from person to person. Everyone has a different perspective.
How Richard himself, the Rocket, was so much a part of Quebec society that he transcended even organized religion.
Imagine being so popular to a society that you become more regarded than religion.
The power of the English seigneurs
The power of who now? Also is this a problem that has persisted or has it died down since this incident?
Maurice Richard said many times that, in order to understand the events leading up to the riot of March 17, 1955 that forever bears his name, it was crucial to know how violent the National Hockey League was in those days.
Wait, so what you're telling me here is that hockey has gotten less violent?
The women of the Chapdelaine household had no part in the work of the fields.
This wasn't just this household. Most households followed this belief of men work the physical labor and women work the house. So I'm not surprised to see this.
"The wind is backing to the sou'east. Bad luck! Beyond question it will rain again,"
The knowledge that colonials, and even farmers today have astounds me. Thankfully I have had a chance to learn some of these things, such as reading the weather and when it will rain when I worked with a farmer to help harvest some crops. It's just crazy to realize how in tune with nature they are.
The morrow was a day of blue sky, a day when from the heavens some of the sparkle and brightness descends to earth. The green of tender grass and young wheat was of a ravishing delicacy, even the dun woods borrowed something from the azure of the sky.
This makes this sound absolutely beautiful. The scenery sounds so serene and gorgeous. I would love to have seen this.
All at once Chien set up a low growl; the sound was heard of approaching footsteps. "Another visitor!" Madame Chapdelaine announced in a tone mingling pleasure and astonishment.
Hmmm, I wonder why Chine was growling at this visitor, but not when the visitor was approaching the house earlier in this story. Almost makes me think that there is some bad air about this new visitor. Kind of foreshadowing something ill to come.
It was the everlasting conflict between the types: pioneer and farmer, the peasant from France who brought to new lands his ideals of ordered life and contented immobility, and that other in whom the vast wilderness awakened distant atavistic instincts for wandering and adventure.
I never had thought about colonial life and how little option there would be for living life. In today's day and age the conflicts are much more numerous and seemingly endless, but when starting the colonies of Canada and America, there must have been near nothing.
"It is raining!" he exclaimed. His hosts made toward the door to see for themselves; the rain had in truth begun, a spring rain with great drops that fell heavily, under which the snow was already softening and melting. "The sou'east has taken hold," announced the elder Chapdelaine. "Now we can say that the winter is practically over."
Having the rain be an indicator as the winter ending and spring beginning is not really the best way to check the changing of seasons. But looking at the times, they must have had reason to believe that rain signified the end of the winter. I've seen rain before, and then not even two days later it is -20 and a blizzard, and it doesn't warm up for a month. So to me, rain is not indicative of springtime.
Five times since boyhood had he taken up wild land, built a house, a stable and a barn, wrested from the unbroken forest a comfortable farm; and five times he had sold out to begin it all again farther north,
It is crazy to me that he had done this previously, and not just once or twice, but five times had he moved out of his home and comfort to begin all again. I know for a fact that I could not do this comfortably. I do not like the notion of building an "empire" to leave it behind to start another.
There are even special ceremonies [191] for little children who die less than a month or two old; they do not put them like the others into bark tombs set up on posts, but inter them on the road,—in order that, they say, if some woman passes that way, they may secretly enter her womb, and that she may give them life again, and bring them forth.
It is crazy to hear about beliefs such as this, especially since no one that I know believes in such events transpiring. But there was nothing to prove them wrong back then, especially since they were separated from the rest of the developing world for so long.
They have a faith in dreams which surpasses all belief; and if Christians were to put into execution all their divine inspirations with as much care as our Savages carry out their dreams, no doubt they would very soon become great Saints
This is an interesting comparison to make. But I do sort of understand what is being said here crazy enough.
] the discomfort of the Canoe is very easy to bear, to him who considers the crucified one
I mean aren't a lot, if not all, of discomforts easy to bear when you compare it to what Jesus went through when being Crucified?
by means of four little towers at the four corners, four Frenchmen might easily with their arquebuses or muskets defend a whole village. They are greatly delighted with this advice, and have already begun to practice it at la Rochelle,
I wonder if they ever came to regret teaching them of this tactical advantage in building their settlements.
They seek Baptism almost entirely as an aid to health. We try to purify this intention, and to lead them to receive from the hand of Cod alike sickness and health, death and life; and teach them that the life-giving waters of Holy [6] Baptism principally impart life to the soul, and not to the body. However, they have the opinion so deeply rooted that the baptized, especially the children, are no longer sickly, that soon they will have spread it abroad and published it everywhere. The result is that they are now bringing us children to baptize from two, three, yes, even seven leagues away.
I wonder what happened when their children had gotten sick after being baptized, if they became violent or not because they had different thoughts as to what baptism meant
URING the present year, eighty-six have been baptized, and, adding to these the fourteen of last year, there are a hundred souls in all who, we believe, have been rescued from the service of the devil in this country since our return. Of this. number God has called ten to Heaven,—six while they were young, and four more advanced in age.
I wonder if the Indigenous people had accepted the baptisms that were given to them or if they were lead to it by lies and deception, one can hope that the Indians had found this decision on their own.
His chastity was proof; and in that matter his eyes [page 191] were so faithful to his heart, that they had no sight for the objects which might have soiled purity. His body was not rebellious to the spirit; and in the midst of impurity itself,—which reigns, it seems, in this country,—he lived in an innocence as great as if he had sojourned in the midst of a desert inaccessible to that sin. A woman presented herself one day to him, in a place somewhat isolated, uttering to him unseemly language, and breathing a fire which could come only from a firebrand of hell. The Father, seeing himself thus attacked, made upon himself the sign of the cross, without answering any word; and this spectre, disguised beneath a woman's dress, disappeared at the same moment.
What strong faith this man had, able to resist human temptations with the pursuit of the Lord.
As for the other captives who were left to them, destined to die on the spot, they attached them to stakes fastened in the earth, which they had arranged in various cabins. To these, on leaving the village, they set fire on all sides,—taking pleasure, at their departure, in feasting upon the frightful cries which these poor victims uttered in the midst of those flames, where children were broiling beside their mothers; where a husband saw his wife roasting near him; where cruelty itself would have had compassion at a spectacle which had nothing human about it, except the innocence of those who were in torture, most of whom were Christians.
This is very hard to read, but it is important to the history of Canada, it is the same effect of attempting to read stories of those from WW2 in flyboys, some of the stories are hard to read because of the gruesomeness but it is important history nonetheless.
Everywhere, the progress of the Faith has surpassed our hopes,—most minds, even those formerly most fierce, becoming so docile, and so submissive to the preaching of the Gospel, that it was sufficiently apparent that [page 101] the Angels were laboring there much more than we.
I just wonder exactly what they saw in the areas that they were professing the word of God in that they made such statements about their mission.
This place, although well fortified, is taken " almost without a blow, " the people being asleep; and nearly all of them are slain or captured. Not stopping here, the enemy immediately proceed to the attack of St. Louis, the next village on the road to Ste. Marie. This, although bravely defended by its few warriors, is soon captured and burned;
These attacks seemed to be very gorilla in tactics and also seemed to be random at first, but then organized when they went to another town, almost as if the attackers had created a plan to eliminate those living in their land.
Daniel soon sees that all is lost; and he hastens through the cabins, baptizing all whom he can reach, that at least their souls may be saved. Finally, as the enemy approach the church, Daniel goes forth alone to meet them, that he may engage [page 12] their attention, and give his disciples a better opportunity to escape. They overwhelm him with arrow and gun shots, and throw his naked corpse into the flames which are consuming the church,—truly a noble funeral pyre.
This just seems like such a noble thing to be doing in the midst of being attacked. Especially since he knows that if he were to engage in distracting them, that his life would be taken by the attackers. But to knowingly sacrifice himself for his town to have a better chance at survival, that is noble.