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Whistler Mountain

Whistle In the key of C, ...the notes are easy...gcgcg..eflat...f...c...gcgcg....eflat ....f....bflat (repeat) (repeat) and (repeat) and (repeat) ...look into each others eyes through your pair of Uvex yellow tinted ski goggle lens and (repeat)...until one of us would crack, laughing wildly, not really caring about the hordes standing in line behind us as we waited to ride the blue chair again to the top in order to catch the T Bar...just one more time... to the back of the West Bowl at Whistler Mountain. We were Powder Hounds.

He taught me to whistle like him and I loved him for it.  I'm whistling right now, thinking of him...Triple tonguing he called it, something that I used often on the shiny brass, single valved bugle provided by my squadron at the Air Cadet League of Canada housed in the Owen Sound Armouries...where coincidentally Uncle Jim played as well...in his military marching band with The Grey and Simcoe Foresters.  I was twelve and he would have been ...ageless to me...even then.

 Funny, not many could whistle like us. Ever.  

We entertained the Whistler Mountain British Columbia ski enthusiasts who braved the freezing conditions waiting for a turn to ride the next chair. His favorite was the William Tell Overture.  Most would know it as the Lone Ranger Theme.  We took turns with the consecutive musical phrases trying to outdo each other's triplets.

God, we used to laugh a lot.  I loved my Uncle Jim and truthfully, there hasn"t been a day gone by in my life ...good times and bad...ever...when I havn't whistled something.  Actually, for years afterward, when or if, I could be caught in the lift lineup, people would ask me where Jimmie was and tell me about how that "grin" of his used to just blow them away.

Oh, the tune "written" above...why, The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.  What Else.

Thanks Uncle Jim.

Nephew Vancouver Chris Cross!

Posted by Chris Georgas
Friday May 15, 2015 at 3:19 am
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