Thursday, December 7, 2023
Grant St Onge was like a brother to my sister Cynthia and I.
My memory of grant goes back to somewhere in our early teens ( 1972?1973 perhaps?)
He was my brother Dave's best friend and a loyal support of Dave.
Grant seemed like he was part of our family, as he and Dave spent so much time together.
They were each other's support.
Grant was always kind to my Mom and helpful, he just seemed to be part of our world.
Most of my memories of Grant and David, were that of seeing them covered in grease, with their head buried in some car they were re-building.....as they were fixing-up yet another hot rod.
One hilarious memory I have, is that of seeing the two of them after they roared back into our yard at the farm at Riverhurst with their "bush buggy." This unique gasoline powered vehicle looked something like a cross between a riding lawn mower, a dune buddy and a modern OHV.
Actually it was a prototype OHV!
Their bush buddy they had built out of some type of gasoline engine in the back, a welded steel frame and small windshield>
The memory I have is seeing them as they roared into the farmyard from a trip over to May Lake. And they were covered with thick mud - except around their eyes, which were hidden behind their goggles. This machine was developed by them well before the age of side-by-sides, rhinos, quads.
They could have become rich if they had patented it and refined some of its physical construction (such as a bigger windshield, side panels which actually deflected the mud, and a floor which did not leak). Ha
Those were the days though!
Fast cars too! They also street raced!
My parents (and Dave) moved to Nova Scotia after selling our farm so that my father could live out his years in a warmer, moister climate. Carol (Grant's future wife), had joined the three-some by then.
My mother had to contact Grant at least three times to come collect his clothes.....as he had left so much of his personal stuff at our house.
God bless you Grant for helping my brother survive all those years!
