Volunteering and #Curlingfamily adds almost 20,000km to my truck in one season. I have been accused of being a fearless (???) road warrior and I certainly proved it the season of 2022/23. My travelling partner and beloved passed in 2020 and there were places I still hadn’t seen, NWT being one of many. On advice of Fred Koe (he asked if I liked mosquitoes) I started planning the first stage of my adventure for early fall 2022. It took me from Leduc Alberta to the actual “end of the road” until freeze up, north of Yellowknife NT. Every Canadian needs to drive our amazing North of 60. Natural bea ..read more

My Curling Story by Luba Tasevski How it all began: One Saturday morning when I was about 8 or 9 years old, I wake up and made my way to the living room where my older brother was watching tv. I didn’t know what he was watching so I just jumped on the couch next him because I loved spending time with my big brother. Once the commercials where over curling comes on. Not wanting to watch curling at all because I thought curling was soooo boring, I started to get up and leave. My brother then grabbed and pulled me down back on the couch. As I struggled to get away, as I really didn’t want to watc ..read more

Every year my family rents the hockey rink ice at Christmas and we have a large family getting about 25 skaters out. This year I rented the curling rink and we had 25 immediate family members curling. It was a blast and we all curled. We have always been mainly a hockey family but my 4 year old grandson is an enthusiastic curler and the cousins wanted to join the great game of curling! The post Four year old Enthusiast appeared first on Curling Day In Canada ..read more

A few years ago myself (Len) and 3 friends (Richard, Pat and Richard) were playing a game in the annual Manitoba Curling Association bonspiel. We were once-a-week average curlers. It was the 5th end, of an 8-end game, and we were down by 4. We had the hammer. When I went to throw the last rock the other team was counting one in the four ft./button area with their shot stone well guarded by mostly other of their stones. My vice-skip and I decided that we would likely make things worse if I tried any shot so we had better just throw my last away. When I went back down to throw the hammer our fro ..read more

I started into curling in my late teens first by watching and than volunteering with different events. When I was younger I didn’t have many friends in school and was very shy. I started curling of and on in my home community in parts of junior and high school in my home community of O’Leary eventually graduating and being home and always wanted to wtch events. Few years after grauduating moved to Summerside and didn’t curl first year but that first year I was around the club and the club had a couple national events that year and meant some great friends still today friends with. Next year st ..read more

Our story goes back to 2002. I started my curling journey in 1998 at Sydenham Community Curling Club in Wallaceburg ON. I felt an immediate sense of community and instantly fell in love with the game. The club is well known for The Crazy Legs bonspiel. It has drawn attention for over 40 years and is one of the most popular bonspiels for men in Southwestern Ontario. It was there that I met my future husband. As fate would have it, he received a last-minute call asking if he wanted to fill in for someone who had to cancel. He had recently moved to London from the East Coast and had no idea where ..read more

In the heart of the Beaufort Delta, our family’s indigenous roots run deep. My father, Fred Koe, took his first steps onto the curling ice at just 8 years old, back when the rink was nothing more than a two-sheet wonder with lamps hanging from the ceiling and a cozy club room warmed by a potbelly stove. He’d melt snow outside to pebble the ice, not knowing then that his love for the sport would echo through generations. My father’s life wasn’t all smooth glides on the ice. At 11, he was uprooted from Aklavik to Inuvik, into a dark chapter in the residential school system. Yet, despite the hard ..read more

New curler in the house. My parents were avid curlers. There wasn’t much else to do in Baie Comeau on the wintery north shore of the St. Lawrence in the 1960s. Copper bas-relief plaques of curlers delivering rocks decorated our house, evidence of their participation in regional bonspiels. Their occasional weekends away (we children were farmed out to non-curling parents) were a paradox to me. Much excitement preluded their road trips, signaling good times ahead, but their return was often subdued, whether they won or not. As an adult, I realized their quiet re-entry reflected good times social ..read more

In the mid 1970’s, 3 club curlers asked me to skip their team in the Manitoba Curling Association Bonspiel. Although we curled well, we did not make the playoffs, But, most memorably, in a game against one of the top-ranked curlers in the country at the time, I was called upon to make a circus shot that no-one else thought was possible. We were trailing by 1 shot playing the final 2 shots of the final end. My opponent had a counter on the button, and decided to block direct contact with, or access to, rocks in the 4-foot circle. He accomplished that feat, but I had already visualized another s ..read more

A good friend and former skip of mine once told me, “You’ll always find good people at the curling club.” I never truly appreciated the meaning behind those words until I needed those ‘good people’ the most. Three years ago, I relocated from Calgary to the Lower Mainland to start a new chapter in my life. The move was one of the biggest challenges and disruptions I had faced. Although I was attempting to redefine myself in a new city, I was completely alone. No friends, no family, no support. Realizing how much the relocation and loneliness was impacting my mental wellness, I turned to curling ..read more