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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