John Garland, or Johnny, as we called him, was a lifelong bachelor WWII vet who ran the Westmount Recreation department for 34 years.
Garland died in June 2012 aged around 82 or more.
His name was synonymous with Westmount hockey when I was growing up as I played in that house league between about '72 to '78 and we'd frequently invoke his name for a laugh as kids.
I technically even worked for him briefly, when at the age of 17 I spent a year writing a weekly article in the Westmount Examiner about the sporting events going on in town, mainly hockey, of course.
By this point, around 79, he was getting on in years and nearing retirement and would just sit there looking catatonic while his assistant Bob Aiken, who had a goatee, sunglasses and purple Sir George Williams jacket did the talking, and occasionally rolling his eyes disdainfully at my cool skinny ties and mod gear.
Johnny was an awkward, quiet mumbler at best. I don't recall talking to him really ever.
It was said that he lived for decades alone with his mother in the York Apartments on Sherbrooke just east of Grosvenor.
I have recently heard some other things about him and was curious if others might have heard similar stories. If so, please send it to my email or in the comments.
Garland died in June 2012 aged around 82 or more.
His name was synonymous with Westmount hockey when I was growing up as I played in that house league between about '72 to '78 and we'd frequently invoke his name for a laugh as kids.
I technically even worked for him briefly, when at the age of 17 I spent a year writing a weekly article in the Westmount Examiner about the sporting events going on in town, mainly hockey, of course.
By this point, around 79, he was getting on in years and nearing retirement and would just sit there looking catatonic while his assistant Bob Aiken, who had a goatee, sunglasses and purple Sir George Williams jacket did the talking, and occasionally rolling his eyes disdainfully at my cool skinny ties and mod gear.
Johnny was an awkward, quiet mumbler at best. I don't recall talking to him really ever.
It was said that he lived for decades alone with his mother in the York Apartments on Sherbrooke just east of Grosvenor.
I have recently heard some other things about him and was curious if others might have heard similar stories. If so, please send it to my email or in the comments.