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In the early 80's Wayne put on a celebrity tennis classic here in Brantford and many celebs would descend on this virtually unknown city. As you can imagine the pre-setup for this event was pretty big and I remember one year my Dad had a hand in it.
I recall being about 11 or so and My Dad and I dropped off a huge BBQ to the Gretzky residence. Our instructions where to just drop it off in the backyard and as a youngster playing hockey in Brantford, Varadi St was Graceland to us hockey kids.
After hauling the BBQ and heading back to the car I was disappointed to see that there was nobody around. We just about reached the car and Phyllis popped her head out the side door and yelled to me...
"Hi there! Do you like hockey little boy?"
A little flabbergasted my Dad uttered to me...
"That's Wayne's Mom you know."
Phyllis invited me into the house saying she wanted to show me something. I honestly was star-struck. Heading into the house she led me downstairs into the rec room. It looked like every rec room you'd see in any house in our town. Wood paneling, old carpet etc.. I remember there was a beat up old couch down there and I think a big old console television. Fast asleep on the couch (it was around 10am or so) was one of Wayne's teenage brothers.
In the corner of this rec room was a small room about the size of a walk in closet and Phyllis motioned me inside. Upon the hand made shelves on either side of this room were trophies... lots of trophies.
"There are so many trophies in here," she said modestly, "that I don't even know what all of them are for."
There were all kinds of different awards. Everything from official NHL stuff, to Brantford Minor Baseball to Lacrosse.... you name it, it was in there. I noticed too that it wasn't only Wayne's stuff, but Phyllis proudly displayed the accomplishments of all her kids.
Honestly, I can't remember anything much after that. I'm sure she asked me about hockey and where I lived but her words went in one ear and out the other. I was standing in Wayne Gretzky's house, talking to his Mom, looking at official NHL trophies.
What I remember most though was just how normal Phyllis was. She could have been my aunt, or the next door neighbor. She was completely indifferent to Wayne's fame but boy was she a proud Mother.
I've had the chance to meet Phyllis and Walter a few times after that and let me tell you they are just good, down to earth, normal people. It's a shame Phyllis left us when she did. What a real nice lady.
Anyway after my visit to the trophy room I probably blabbed on and on for the next year to all of my friends and team mates on my hockey team about my experience. Interestingly enough my tour wasn't so exclusive because apparently Phyllis had a habit of showing off that tiny room in the basement of the Varadi St home to many people over the years.
Exclusive or not it was an experience that is seared into my memory forever and I'm thankful she was nice enough to do it.
- Jason Gambacort of Hamilton, Ontario
Jason, Thank you for sharing!
Walter
What number did you originally wear as a kid and why?
- Quinten Garcia of Michigan
Hi Quinten, thanks for your question. My very first year that I played organized hockey my sweater number was 11. But I quickly changed that number to 9 the next season so I could be like Gordie Howe.
Wayne