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June
11 Tuesday
Art
exam (ha!). Bought and smoked hash at the C.C. with Tim H, Denis,
Richard Harris and George Quinn.
June
12 Wednesday
French
exam (written). Went with Maggie and Jackie to Ovide Park,
then Dugald's. Smoked joints on the way. At Dugald's were
Jeff and Fred Moody (120)
[Rob would marry his sister Gwen in
1977]. Played pool, I beat Jeff twice. Maggie and
Fred split, the rest of us went to the park. Played baseball
with a ball made of tape. nite-at the park with Maggie, Danny,
Jeff, Dugald, Joanne etc. Played slack tennis. Dave and Ralph
came about 9:45 [it seemed strange
to see them]. Andy
Cricton drove us to St John's (the Lincoln in the shop for
brakes since June 6) [they went out
in the Stuart Hall parking lot].
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David
Bowie
Diamond Dogs |
June 13 Thursday
Physics
exam [the spring of 1974 is when
I first began to like Physics and Mathematics, mainly
the
latter. Up until then math had been hard for me, but with functions
I began to really enjoy it]. Went to Ovide Park. Jeff came, he played tennis. Kids came with
ripped off bike lock with chains. Chalet has a Pepsi machine.
Maggie, Dugald, Jackie and the rest came. Jeff, then Dugald
went swimming. Then they played tennis with Maggie and I. Got
the car when I got home, drove to the park, Jackie and the gang
there. Played tennis from 7:30 to 9:15. Jeff, Dugald, Maggie,
Danny, Joanne etc came. Ralph and Dave too. Played swash
[?] downstairs. Drove Dugald and his fucked up
bike home.
The
entries from June 8-13 are a second attempt to revive the
journal.
June
14 Friday
We
[the Ovide park group] decided to go at the
last moment (around 6pm), went downtown to the Forum and saw
David Bowie [Section 54, Range A
Seat 11. I remember him emerging from a mirrored crystal,
with UV lights inside, seated on a giant hand that lowered
as the crystal opened. Apparently this was the first rock
tour in which such a stage design was used. Watching the costumes
on some members of the audience before the show was as much
fun as the show itself...].
120. Ralph's note: 12 June/74
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| Fred
Moody |
The
Moody's were a bizarre family. Dad worked at the RCA/SPAR research
centre on Chemin Ste Marie (you can see it going west on the
40, just before you enter Ste Anne's) and mom was a religious
nut. Gwen was just about the most lying and manipulative person
I've ever come across. She was full of bizarre stories about
prostitution rings at JRHS and told stories of being beat up
by drug dealers to explain absences from school. She ran away
from home at one point and took refuge at AMBCAL, a youth oriented
social services operation which ran (still do I think) a group
home for troubled youth where my sister Simone worked. She told
them she was on the run from the mob and that someone was out
to kill her. Apparently she accused one of the workers there
of trying to molest her- he said she came on to him and when
he refused to go along she claimed attempted rape. She was basically
kicked out of AMBCAL. On another occasion (this would have been
in July-August '77) she "borrowed" her parents' car to go out
with Rob and I. When we all stopped off at my house in the evening,
my mother said Gwen's mother had phoned for her several times.
Gwen phoned her mother and apparently told her that I had had
a fight with her and Rob, was psychotic and suicidal, and that
she had to have the car so that she and Rob could go looking
for me before I did something self-destructive. I came to know
about this because after we left again, Mrs Moody phoned my
parents several times and, in near hysterics, berated them for
being such lousy parents and bringing up such a demented child
(a case of unconscious projection perhaps?) My father finally
hung up on her, and I had a lot of explaining to do when I came
home that night. Afterwards I tried to talk to Rob about how
fucked up Gwen was and that was it for our friendship. I did
hear from Fred- a couple of years later while both Rob and Gwen
were still at UNB- that Rob and Gwen had broken up. Fred's spin
on it was that Rob was jealous of the fact that Gwen was getting
better marks than Rob was, and that Gwen had been accepted into
a Masters or a Law program to which Rob's application had been
rejected. Just looked it up: there's a listing for a R. Fenoulhet
in Orleans here in the Ottawa area....how many could there be?
Its almost midnight now, otherwise I'd try the number. God help
him if he and Gwen reconciled....
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