Behind Every Book A Story

Ten years after my father died, I finally sorted through his files, organized them and boxed them to be shipped to the Library and Archives of Canada. As I packed the materials, I had mixed feelings. On the one hand it was a relief to fulfill a promise made years ago; on the other hand sad to see the rows of filing cabinets and boxes gone, my last connection to a man I knew both well and not at all. 

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Hockey Night in Toronto

Toronto has not won the Stanley Cup since 1967, but it dominated the 1940s and 1960s, and Cup wins go way back, the first two coming in 1913-14 (pre-NHL) and 1917-18 (the first year of the NHL). My grandfather, Frank Carroll, was the trainer of both those early Toronto teams. His brother Dick, was co-trainer of the Blueshirts in 1913-14, and the coach of the 1917-18 team.

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On the Brink of Fame

“Know what,” she said, “I have to learn to smoke for my next picture. Give me a cigarette and you can take pictures of me practicing.” That sounded like a good idea, and Jock shot an entire roll of film while Marilyn Monroe, propped up on the bed in her hotel room, struck a number of different poses.

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Glenn Gould’s Raincoat

In 1956, my father, Jock Carroll, spent two weeks with Glenn Gould in the Bahamas. Gould was on vacation; Jock—a photo-journalist—was on assignment. When he got back Jock wrote an article about Gould for Weekend Magazine entitled, ‘I Don’t Think I’m At All Eccentric,’ and forty years later Stoddart  published ‘Glenn Gould: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man,’ a collection of photographs Jock took on the trip.

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