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(A.K.A. BOBBY M
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Bobby at age 8
Robert John Monette
April 7 1946
Montreal

 

Growing up as a little boy
Age 1 to 9 years old

    



 
We lived on the 3rd floor to the left till I was 9 years old 5336 Cuvillier and Sherbrooke Street All streets in Montreal Have laneways. That where we played. I learned my French here  
My Aunt K Cuvillier St Montreal
I'm 3 in the picture		 Bobby 9 and Doug 4 years old Uncle Tim Roberts from Brigus NFLD Grandma Pugh

Grandma Dog Boots in her back yard
Grandma Hill 1951
My Great Grandpa Hill
we are in Pippy's gardens in Newfoundland 1948
1947 Mom and Jack.
I don't call him Dad.!!

My Parents

My Father, whom they called Jack, was an alcoholic and Loved to beat my mother and his other wives (two) and girlfriend, Joan, Plus Me. He came home drunk almost every day. I remember if he didn’t like supper, he would throw the pot at my mother, beat her, and tell her my mom to make something else. Another time I remember eating supper. He sat at the head of the table, I was on the opposite side, and he picked up a very sharp knife and threw it at me, just missing my head. It stuck in the wall behind me. In Ste Eustache, I was nine years old. He came home drunk, started yelling, swearing, and beat Mom badly. That night I tried to stop him but got a beating too. He broke 3 of my mom's ribs. We NEVER knew from day to day with him when he got home.


He worked as a steel salesman at Drummond McCall and Richler Steel. Jack must have made good money because he drove new company cars. I remember his 1966 Plymouth 318 Satellite in Powerscourt Huntingdon, Quebec. He had a cottage there. In the '60s, he always drove Chrysler's products. In 1967 one year after he got his new Satellite, I stopped in to see him with my friend Mike. My father, the big shot he was, “Hey, want don't you take the car for a ride? Well, that was the day Mike and I should have died. Not 1 mile from his cottage, we rolled it over four times on Athelstan road Huntingdon Quebec. No seat belts on, nose over the nose, through the ditch, and landed in a farmers' field on our wheels. The car was totalled. He lost his job and retired to his cottage in Huntingdon. We only talked a few times after that. He never sent any gifts to the Grandkids. He had 6.  He's buried in the Huntingdon Protestant Cemetery. He died Oct 23, 1999. He was 74 years old.



 

My Mother was a gorgeous woman that was a tender, warm-hearted Newfoundlander. Never smoke, drank or use bad words while we were growing up. Not that seen as a little boy. She only worked when I was eight years old. I would have to babysit Doug who was only 3 years old. When we moved to Ste Eustache Sur Le Lac, she went to work for Canadian Marconi Co. starting in 1948, the year the British took it over. She had to sign the secret document.
My mother worked because she knew she would have to support herself and the two boys due to drinking with Jack. That did happen but not till 1961. She had a rough life with Jack. ("On her dying bed at the hospital, she told me " Sorry Bobby but I loved Jack"} She told me that just before she passed that day Feb 22nd 3pm 2013. She lived by herself till 1964 when she remarried Fred Riley.

My Story

I was born to John James (JJ) and Noreen Glady Hill in Montreal, Quebec, 76 years ago. I have two brothers Douglas and step brother Ron Riley. My Dad wasn't a charming person to me or my mother. Many beatings were had growing up due to alcohol problems. John (Jack) Monette was in the Navy, and he married my mom in St John's, Newfoundland, in June of 1945. Once married, Great-grandpa Hill told them to leave the island.

They moved to Chateauguay, Quebec, where I was born on April 7th, 1946. We lived in Chateauguay for six months, then moved to 3436 rue Cuvillier street Montreal. As a kid, we played in the lane-ways or on the street. I remember quite a bit of living here, playing with the neighbour Serge. Serge and friends, we would play cowboys and Indians. We made hade guns with pieces of 12" wood, A nail on the front end and a clothes peg on the back end. We would go to the post office and get 1/4" rubber bands. Put the rubber band on the nail and pull it back to the nail on clothes peg. Then Shoot. All in fun playing on the street. In the winter, a big hill was on Pie-IX and Sherbrooke street, where we tobogganed. The hills are gone now because in 1976 Montreal Olympics were built.

 

In 1952 I was seven years old and started working at the CP Rail Angus Shops selling English and French newspapers as the men came to work with their steel lunch pails. I worked here until I was nine when we moved away to St Eustache. Getting to work, I walked through the laneway along Rue Rachel East to Rue Dezery. That was five blocks away. Would today's kids be allowed to do that at ages 7 to 9? I got up from 5.30 to 8.30 and would take a Montreal City bus to school half an hour away. My father would give me 25 cents a week for the bus tickets. Learning business, I would take the bus ticket a split it with a razor blade. I would then fold them in half and put them in the box. The driver knew the tricks but had yet to catch me. Now that trick saved me 0.25 cents a week, giving me extra spending money to rent a bike and go to a Montreal Royals baseball game where the great Number 42 Jackie Robinson played.

CP Rail Angus shops made steam locomotives here until 1960. After that, they went to diesel engines.



School: At started school at 6 years old. I spoke English and French. (I still speak good French to this day)I have no memory of school from grades 1 through 8 (8 was a bobo class for dummies, they taught grades 4 and 5)
At ages 7, 8, and 9, after school from 3.30 to 5.30, I went to the East End Boys Club to learn to box. I got at boxing and became Golden Glover. Boxing came in handy over the years because of my disabilities in reading and writing. I got picked on a lot. That I remember in School by kids and teachers. My father was no help either with beatings. They had no idea what was wrong with me. They took me to get glasses. That didn't work either. As a kid, I got into trouble for fighting all the time. Over the years no one messed with me.

Huron Hut Weredale
The Gates 2KM in
Weredale Old Boys at Camp Weredale

lake l'achigan
The Dining Room Rebuilt because of Fire
  

Weredale Camp Video...................................the picture 2021 .....

Weredale home and Weredale Camp. This was a place for kids Around 8, I was put in Weredale Boys Home for the summer months. 

My Father and Uncle Gordie went to Weredale also. My Grandmother Monette-Pugh was friends with Mrs. Craig, one of the Directors.
Based on the fact that my father beat me is how she got me into Weredale. 

When I first got there, I was assigned Algonquin Hut for the first two years, and I was in Huron for the next two years. All Indian names.
Up till 1972, it was all boys.
There were 160 boys, 12 to a hut—all bunk beds. If you wet the bed, then you were on the bottom bunk.
They would wake us at 7 am, and if you wet the bed, you were forced to swim even if the temperature was 8C or in the 40s.
At 7.30, it was down to the dining room where we lined up for three meals daily. I found the food was ok. The lining up was mandatory everywhere.
If for any reason, you were not in Line, they found you, pulled your pants down in front of everyone, Had to bend right over, and they hit you 5 to 8 times
with a Running shoe or strap.
After breakfast, we all returned to the huts to make our beds and straighten up our cubby holes. They had to be perfect.
Then it was outside to clean around your hut.
At nine, it was inspected inside and out. We were awarded points for lining up, Huts ETC. In the end, winning hut got a treat.
After inspection, you were assigned Water sports (Boating, Canoes, Sailing, All advanced training, Crafts, Track and field, Gun range,
and lots to do till lights out at 10 pm. We had no free time for two months.
Parents were allowed one visit per summer. My mom came 1st of August. I have never seen my father.
You look at this, and I learned a lot. True, It was the running shoe and sexual abuse at 11 years old. It all started when I was put in the Huron hut.
I'm (not going into detail on this, but it was repeated over and over in camp till I ran from that. Watch the movie (Spotlight), and you'll get  idea of the 50s) 

Weredale made it a challenge for me because of sexual abuse from counsellors and one of the older kids in camp.

I still remember the Fuckers name too! I did learn a lot in Weredale
It taught me good things too. It also taught me how to tack care of myself. The problem here is that you learn to steal and con people.
I made it in the End.
I’m part of a group now on Facebook Weredale Old Boys

Weredale home and Weredale Camp. This was a place for kids. Around 8, I was put in Weredale Boys Home for the summer months.
Weredale, you had to be tough. Boxing came in handy here.

My Father and Uncle Gordie went to Weredale also, so I had to go too, just like it was back then.
Weredale made it a challenge for me because of sexual abuse from counsellors and one of the older kids in camp.

It all started when I was put in the Huron hut. I'm (not going into detail on this, but it was repeated over and over in camp till I ran from that.
Watch the movie (Spotlight), and you'll get the idea of the 50s) and what it was like for me between ages 8 to 12.

I still remember the Fuckers name too! I did learn a lot in Weredale. It taught me good things too. Lots of sports, swimming, canoeing, and Sailing.
It also taught me how to tack care of myself. The problem here is that you learn to steal and con people.

There's a website On Weredale. https://michaelld2003.com/2014/08/02/weredale-house/comment-page-1/?unapproved=1077&moderation-hash=32a1730e686f2e4562557ccb6472002c#comment-1077

True Stories from Weredale
B August 23, 2018 at 5:00 pm

I was there in 59 to 65 george brugman, mrs.craig nurse Dewar, Mr Leach, yes they were not the best group to be around

and last but not least Mr McCadam his name was first on the list followed by Mrs.Craig..

and then there were the bad guys . paul kababba,{A miq,mak} they wanted to do things to you because you were 10 and eleven years old, george carpenter, and
lester the cleanup molester not the nicest of people at that time. Does anybody remember being sent to the DR.Uwin Institute for checking your head and being fed
LSD that institute did a lot of research

at our expense the boys of Weredale!!! not great memories. I was called {conman}

Bob | February 6, 2021 at 8:38 am

I was at weredale house briefly in around 1965 when I was eleven. Experienced some very bad staff right from day one. Ran away a number of times eventually
driven north of Mtl. To Shawbridge boys farm by Brugman himself. Did’nt realize at the time but this move saved me from the predatory staff at Weredale.
Today I am 67 years old and think often of those days and my lost childhood. Alas life is good

Very good Book https://books.google.it/books?id=X4uz1HFa1rMC&printsec=frontcover&redir_esc=y#v=onepage&q&f=false
 
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Mon 4 Fere Street Ste. Eustache Sur Le Lac 1957
 

We then moved to 4 Fere street in St. Eustache Sur Le Lac (The name was changed to Two Mountains)
I was put in grade 5 at St. Eustache Elementary School ). The teach name was Mrs. Silverson. She was an old bag and always on my case.
Still, no one has figured out that I have a problem learning. Dyslexia

That year I failed the grade. I missed three months because I had poisoned Ivy and Poison Oak simultaneously. All the poison gave me kidney problems.
So I was put back a year. The good thing from been put back is that I had my first puppy love in Valerie. We stayed together for about four years when she met the real love of her life.
Bernie (Tucker) Edmond. She married him, and they stayed together for almost 55 years till he passed away from Cancer.

At school, I had so many problems with reading and writing. My mother hated to come to school meetings. She would come home very upset with me.
It was always bad news from the teachers. Again you got your ass kicked when you got home by my father. My father's and the teachers called me lazy at school. I wasn’t lazy, I couldn’t keep up. 

Just this year, 2022, I found out what I had. Dyslexia is a learning difficulty that primarily affects the skills involved in accurate and fluent word reading and spelling.
Characteristic features of dyslexia are difficulties in phonological awareness, verbal memory and verbal processing speed. Now looking back, they needed help understanding my particular needs.

To this day, I hate reading. and writing. I started to learn to read when Nikki and Katie were born in 1991 and 1992. I had the money to stay home with the kids while Debbie went to work. I would watch TV shows like Barney and Sesame Street singing my ABCs

I was finally able to find a live-in nanny from the Philippines. She lived in the spare room on Bucklepost in Mississauga. (I ended up selling that house to lifetime friend Wally Heaps who I've known since 1972. Met him in Chateauguay QC. He was 14 years old. Wally Has worked for my company now for 40 years. Thanks, Wally)

Back the Nanny was stealing everything and sending it back to the Philippines. Fired her. Many of my gold watches, and gold cross pens, are gone.

To this day, I've never read a book. I write better now, but I still leave words out. I was talking with the kids about this lately. "Dad, we knew you had the problem, everyone did, but we learned to figure out what you were saying" 

I would prove them all wrong in life to overcome my disabilities.
 
Burgoyne Family Wonderful People to me Growing at age 10
Valerie Age 10 Jimmy Age 8 Mrs Burgoyne around 35 years old Valerie Edmond 75 and Mrs Burgoyne 96
The best people on new on 7th ave.		 My good friend Jimmy Burgoyne
Valerie's older brother. Also on 7th Ave
   
Bobbe Kibbe and Mike Jeanrie
Lives on 5th ave.		 Kathy Kibbe age 16 Lived on 5th Ave    
       
All of us kids were raised by parents, primarily fathers, who spent their late teens and early twenties fighting in WW2. Most of our group had alcoholic fathers who created a common bond among us. That also made for a lot of angry teens.  
Some of the group friends were Jimmy (Bergie) Burgoyne and his sister Valerie, who I liked a lot. Bobby Kibbe, Bobby Wright, died at age 11,
Mike Jeanrie, Tommy Shanly, Debbie Busby, her brother Randy Busby, Linda Mursion, and Carol Pickles. We all hung out at Scott's restaurant, moon Theatre.
We drank beer at the train bridge, then went to the dances at Cedarview club or Gyro. Talk about the Gyro Club: They had a 12 x 12 foot room in the back yard,
So one night 4 of us Jimmy, Bobby K, Tommy and myself help ourself to about 40 cases of beer. We made several trips from 8th ave to Grand Moulin beach
were we opened every quart bottle and dump it out all to get $0.05 cents for the bottles. Crazy we were!!
We got into fights at the dances (loved dancing and still do), but we won them all!!. We did some house parties as a group, but not Many do to our fathers!!.
The only one I remember was at Linda's house.
As for the money, we had none. We had paper routes, Pickup garbage at the hot dog wagons for a bag of fries, caddied, cut grass, and picked worms and apples in the fall.
Winter shoveled snow in the winter. The girls would babysit to make $0.50 to go to the dance. 
Some of the other things we did: Jimmy and Randy Busby delivered the Gazette at 5:00 am. they had over 100 papers. 
We did a lot of fishing for Barbut, perch, pike, and els, and we would walk the train bridge to Green Island to swim and fish in the rapids.
Swam at the beach on Grand Moulin. Laval West Beach. One day four of us swam from Laval west to Grand Moulin 0h Had to be a mile to swim. Talk about crazy!
We all went by Bike to the sandpits up towards Point Calumet to swim.
Bikes we would ride everywhere. Belmont Park in Montreal. Saint-Columban. Bobby had a cabin there. That was 36 km or about 22 miles and back in a day.
See if kids will do that now. in the Winter, there was always snow on the roads. You would see us hanging on the bumpers of cars or buses. We go miles at crazy speeds.
Globe-warming kids can't do that anymore!!.

We would shoot pool at Rabas on Oka road in St Eustache. The older man could play, and he had one hand. Another part of my life  
Trouble, well, we did that too. Steal cars at 14, drive them to the top of 4th ave, and spin them around. Leave them there when they run out of gas. The boys.
I don't remember the girls sneaking into Central Hotel in St. Eustache. we knew our fathers didn't drink there. We would order a quart of beer (Molson or Dow).
The bouncer or doorman would realize we were underage and put us at the back tables. Hop a train to Level or Val Royal. We got chased by CNP police.
They never caught me; I was very fast.
Six are still alive, and we are all still friends 66 years later. You can find us on Facebook or the Lake of Two Mountains / Saint Eustache group. 
 
All of us kids were raised by parents, primarily fathers, who spent their late teens and early twenties fighting in WW2. Most of our group had alcoholic fathers who created a common bond among us. That also made for a lot of angry teens.  
Some of the group friends were Jimmy (Bergie) Burgoyne and his sister Valerie, who I liked a lot. Bobby Kibbe, Bobby Wright, died at age 11,
Mike Jeanrie, Tommy Shanly, Debbie Busby, her brother Randy Busby, Linda Mursion, and Carol Pickles. We all hung out at Scott's restaurant, moon Theatre.
We drank beer at the train bridge, then went to the dances at Cedarview club or Gyro. Talk about the Gyro Club: They had a 12 x 12 foot room in the back yard,
So one night 4 of us Jimmy, Bobby K, Tommy and myself help ourself to about 40 cases of beer. We made several trips from 8th ave to Grand Moulin beach
were we opened every quart bottle and dump it out all to get $0.05 cents for the bottles. Crazy we were!!
We got into fights at the dances (loved dancing and still do), but we won them all!!. We did some house parties as a group, but not Many do to our fathers!!.
The only one I remember was at Linda's house.
As for the money, we had none. We had paper routes, Pickup garbage at the hot dog wagons for a bag of fries, caddied, cut grass, and picked worms and apples in the fall.
Winter shoveled snow in the winter. The girls would babysit to make $0.50 to go to the dance. 
Some of the other things we did: Jimmy and Randy Busby delivered the Gazette at 5:00 am. they had over 100 papers. 
We did a lot of fishing for Barbut, perch, pike, and els, and we would walk the train bridge to Green Island to swim and fish in the rapids.
Swam at the beach on Grand Moulin. Laval West Beach. One day four of us swam from Laval west to Grand Moulin 0h Had to be a mile to swim. Talk about crazy!
We all went by Bike to the sandpits up towards Point Calumet to swim.
Bikes we would ride everywhere. Belmont Park in Montreal. Saint-Columban. Bobby had a cabin there. That was 36 km or about 22 miles and back in a day.
See if kids will do that now. in the Winter, there was always snow on the roads. You would see us hanging on the bumpers of cars or buses. We go miles at crazy speeds.
Globe-warming kids can't do that anymore!!.

We would shoot pool at Rabas on Oka road in St Eustache. The older man could play, and he had one hand. Another part of my life  
Trouble, well, we did that too. Steal cars at 14, drive them to the top of 4th ave, and spin them around. Leave them there when they run out of gas. The boys.
I don't remember the girls sneaking into Central Hotel in St. Eustache. we knew our fathers didn't drink there. We would order a quart of beer (Molson or Dow).
The bouncer or doorman would realize we were underage and put us at the back tables. Hop a train to Level or Val Royal. We got chased by CNP police.
They never caught me; I was very fast.
Six are still alive, and we are all still friends 66 years later. You can find us on Facebook or the Lake of Two Mountains / Saint Eustache group. 
Mr Jeanrie taught me to drive a standard shift. Got my licence on April 7 1962 and from there I was off.
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