Among other things, that's who dear friend, John Booth, and I spoke of as we tripped down memory lane on the phone the other day.
I have known John for sixty years, ever since he courted and married my late cousin Betty-Anne Brousseau. Miraculously, we have kept in touch, just as I did with his late Mother, the marvelous and unique Marjorie McKinnon-Booth-Mackay-Smith-Blyberg. Yes, the beautiful Marjorie made her mark on Ottawa society!
I dated John's brother, Bill, one summer and we spent magical days and weekends at their place at the then-private Seigneury Club in Montebello riding horses -- I was hopeless -- and waterskiing at their cottage in nearby Lac Commandant.
I was also hopeless at waterskiing, but with the patience of Job, John took me up again and again until I was actually able to drop one ski and sail around the lake like a seasoned pro! John and Bill, of course, could go from a standing start on the dock on one ski and end up seated there again -- all without even getting wet! John could also amaze on banana skis and even barefoot at times!
But back to Mr. Rentner. He was my grade 11 and 13 math teacher and a ramrod-straight stickler. Unfortunately, I did not have a math mind; mine was pretty exclusively language-oriented. But I had a Father who was a chemical engineer and did my homework every night. Naturally, it was always 100% perfect-- except on the exams, where it dipped -- more like crashed -- to about 35 at times. How I ever got a 50 on the grade 13 provincial exam (mandatory at the time) I have no clue?! But I did.
(I wanted desperately to become a doctor, like two of my sisters, but I simply did not have the math marks to get into medical school.)
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| Thank God for Mr. Rentner! |
A student at Ashbury College, John had Mr. Rentner as a math tutor one summer and managed an impressive 85% on his makeup exam -- thanks to the give-no-quarter and humourless Mr. Rentner.
Christmas is a time when we catch up with loved ones and the chats I have with John are some of the most important. Still love the guy to bits.
Merry Christmas, John!





