Lacrosse; TBT

Note:  I screwed up on some of my text formatting this morning and don't know how to undo it. Thanks for your patience. 

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Bill watched his first lacrosse game last night; twas my second. 

Our neighbor Terra plays on the Sandpoint High club team.  BTW:  she's No. 10. 

The Bulldogs of Sandpoint were playing the Bullpups of Gonzaga Prep. 

Twas a tough match with the Bullpups winning 8-3, handing the Bulldogs their first loss.

We quickly observed that Terra, who has ridden our horses and who helps us out occasionally, plays an integral role on the team, participating in each face-off at the beginning of each half and after each goal. 

She also plays tough on both offense and defense. 

Terra's mom Tricia also participated in the match as one of the referees. 

We sat with the family and thoroughly enjoyed the match from start to finish, 'cept the score, of course. 

Below, you'll see some fascinating information from Wikipedia about the origins of lacrosse. 

Terra, the trigonometric!

Tricia, the doc, traded her stethoscope and scrubs for a whistle and stripes.  

 

Lacrosse Coach Nancy Dooley. 

Lacrosse is based on games played by various Native American communities as early as 1100 AD.^[ 

By the 17th century, a version of lacrosse was well-established and was documented by Jesuit missionary priests in the territory of present-day Canada.

In the traditional aboriginal Canadian version, each team consisted of about 100 to 1,000 men on a field several miles/kilometers long.

 

These games lasted from sunup to sundown for two to three days straight and were played as part of ceremonial ritual, a kind of symbolic warfare, or to give thanks to the Creator or Master.

Lacrosse played a significant role in the community and religious life of tribes across the continent for many years. 

Early lacrosse was characterized by deep spiritual involvement, befitting the spirit of combat in which it was undertaken. 

Those who took part did so in the role of warriors, with the goal of bringing glory and honour to themselves and their tribes. The game was said to be played "for the Creator" or was referred to as "The Creator's Game," and a version of the game was called "baggataway."

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Thursday Throwbacks:  Oldies and goodies and a few folks with birthdays over the next two weeks. 

I found my sophomore year report card out in the tack room of the barn yesterday.  It seemingly appeared out of nowhere and in not the best of condition (gradewise or appearance). 

I think the kitty cats found it and wanted to know more about that dumb lady who feeds them morning and night. 

It looks like the years have worn away the fourth quarter grades, which, I believe, were a bit of an improvement from the other three quarters. 

I was never a fast typist in Mr. Gapp's class, and it looks like I may have received a C the third quarter. I always say, however, that of all the classes, typing turned out to be one of most important and useful even if the fingers went in slow motion. 

BTW: my sophomore geometry teacher lives down the road from us.  Eva is busy as ever with all her activities. 

We had two teachers for sophomore English because we drove the first one, Mrs. Houghton away.  I guess we may not have been the best behaved for the poor woman who wore a red dress and red leotards and came from a private girls school before SHS. 

Mrs. Cordes, who often brought her son Roger to class, seemed to have sense and discipline enough to make us behave. 

Mr. Partridge inspired me to minor in history when I went to college.  Very organized and disciplined. 

Mr. Straley, an avid skier and outdoorsman, was one of everyone's favorites. The district curriculum at the time offered earth science to our class because we had already taken biology as ninth graders in an experimental program. 

I loved our sixth-period class which had only about a dozen students. 

My brother Kevin

Willie

Bill and Margaret, twins. 

Sister Laurie getting ready for a short exhibition showing off her National Champion dressage horse Mani. 

A Fathers' Day picnic at Lightning Creek with the Cross family, Bill, Betty and Billy. They were horse friends of our family, and Betty (left) was my health teacher in seventh grade.
 

A picnic at the North Boyer home with the Johnson and Lines family. That's our stepfather Harold standing. 

Above: my two aunts on the Brown side of the family:  Rita, her husband George and Mary Jane. 

I think that's brother Kevin and maybe me as the baby. 

Below:  Willie out for a jog. 

Below:  Howard and Mary Ellen Thomason, who founded the highly succsessful Selkirk Hereford Ranch, at their original home in south Sandpoint.  

They eventually moved to the country, establishing a beautiful ranch not far from where we now live. 

In her later years, Mary Ellen became a generous benefactor of the Bonners Ferry Museum.

Nice, nice people, highly respected and good family friends.