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RICHARD ALLEN SCOTT - Through the Years

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<strong>RICHARD</strong> <strong>ALLEN</strong> <strong>SCOTT</strong><br />

THROUGH THE YEARS<br />

money of my own. So, for parents who were never well-off, I was quite spoiled over <strong>the</strong> course<br />

of my life thus far.<br />

I had to leave <strong>the</strong> band due to my prolonged absence and <strong>the</strong>ir<br />

schedule. It was a sad day.<br />

Still being a British subject and not a Canadian citizen, I<br />

obtained my first British passport and began <strong>the</strong> adventure.<br />

My chipped front tooth happened<br />

when I was 8 years old. I<br />

whacked my face on <strong>the</strong> steering<br />

wheel of a bumper car at a fair in<br />

England while driving with my<br />

aunt Stella, just like in this photo.<br />

Luckily it didn’t quite reach <strong>the</strong><br />

tooth nerve, so stayed intact until I<br />

was able to get it capped when I<br />

was 19 or 20 (and it was covered<br />

by my dental plan!).<br />

17 years old - 1965<br />

Flying for <strong>the</strong> first time in my life out of<br />

Regina on August 31 st 1965 on a little 4-<br />

propeller Trans Canada Airlines<br />

Viscount, I flew to Winnipeg, and from<br />

<strong>the</strong>re to London, England, this time on a<br />

DC-8 jet. My trip was described in nerdy<br />

detail in a 6-page, typed ‘diary’, most of<br />

<strong>the</strong> details of which I had completely forgotten until re-reading it. Amazing <strong>the</strong> number of people<br />

and old school chums I was able to connect with. And I certainly dragged my grand-parents<br />

around…out every day…<strong>the</strong>y must have been exhausted and glad to see me leave…after all<br />

<strong>the</strong>y were 66 years old!<br />

Back home in Regina on September 21 st . 1965 it was time to get serious with my thus-far<br />

pampered life and get out <strong>the</strong>re in <strong>the</strong> big world to earn my keep. I couldn’t go to University as<br />

my Grade 12 marks were too bad for entry and besides, my parents could not have afforded it.<br />

Even though Christine was on a scholarship, <strong>the</strong>y still had to support her at McGill.<br />

So…what to do…17 was considered quite young to seek a serious job, but Dad did his best with<br />

his ‘cronies’ to find me employment. I applied for a position at <strong>the</strong> Regina Leader-Post<br />

newspaper, but didn’t get <strong>the</strong> job, so I worked as a labourer for a while with Dad and his landsurveying.<br />

Hated it. I was not cut out for manual, outdoor work, and to be successful in<br />

surveying one needed very strong math skills…something I was very definitely without.<br />

June 2017<br />

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