An Interlake Regional Memory – A Golden Figure Skating Moment

The Interlake Regionals are an annual competition that debuted in 1975. After researching the archives, I learned the Arborg Skating Club attended the Interlake Regionals prior to 1989, attending in the late-70s and early-80s.
When I skated, January meant one thing: the Interlake Regionals.

After a brief hiatus, the Arborg Skating Club attended the 1989 Interlake Regionals, winning a gold and a bronze medal.

Technically, the club brought home three medals.

Skating together in 1981. Tammy, in the blue jacket; my older sister, Jenn, in the red jacket.

My older sister, Jenn, and I were born 17 months apart. As kids, we were (usually) angels in public, but privately we’d – at times – attempt to maim each other.

One time, we were buckled into our car seats. Dad heard another fight ensue, and he turned around. Our heads were kinked sideways while we pulled each other’s ponytails with our tiny fists. Wailing at the top of our lungs. Dad calls this the missed Kodak moment.

When Jenn and I first entered figure skating, it was probably a sigh of relief when we spent less than half a year in the same CanSkate group.

During the 1987/1988 season, my sister pulled a Tessa and Scott aka, stepping away from the ice. Meanwhile, I skidded through private lessons under the Canadian Figure Skating Association (CFSA) now called Skate Canada. By season’s end, I’d passed the Dutch Waltz, the first preliminary dance.

Jenn was planning a comeback as a rumour circulated. Leading into the 1988/1989 season, the Arborg Skating Club signed a highly certified coach from Ottawa, Ontario: Joanne Hough. She skated with Elizabeth Manley. She wanted us to compete. For medals. I was sold, because I’m super competitive. The results were catastrophic when there wasn’t a Scratch ‘N Sniff on my grade six spelling tests.

Jenn and I were about to mail our registration forms for the 1989 Interlake Regionals – yes, mail – when Joanne approached us with an idea. Why not compete in primary dance? Another shot at a medal? Sign me up!

Jenn hadn’t passed either preliminary dance – Dutch Waltz and Canasta Tango – and I needed my Canasta. The competition was on January 28, and the test day was mid-January. I was concerned she wouldn’t pass the tests rather than concentrating on escaping preliminary and working on my junior bronze dance, the Swing. But Jenn and I both passed. Preliminary, escaped.

But we barely practiced our dances together unless we had a lesson. I was on our home rink, mushing around to the Dutch Waltz and Canasta music seared in my mind. It wasn’t until Joanne told my parents that we most likely wouldn’t place because of our lack of practice.

Joanne instilled the fear. And at the end of our last half-hour lesson, I felt confident we had a chance.

After we registered and handed in our cassettes, we bought these pins. Jenn chose mine (L) since it resembled a field move in my program. Though Jenn’s is a stag jump (R), her program ended in a similar position on the ice.

It was January 28th, 1989 around 7:30ish a.m. when about 12 eager Arborg skaters converged at the Fisher Branch arena for the 1989 Interlake Regionals. I wasn’t prepared for the crush of skaters.

The primary ladies singles event was first, and the dance events dropped the curtain on the night. My family was in for a long day. Plus, at that time, medal ceremonies were often at the end of the competition. If a skater won a medal in primary ladies, they’d have to stay near the arena until 8 p.m.

In the singles event, Jenn was a strong contender. I was up next, and I watched as she entered a flip – and slipped off her blade. When she finished the program, she left the ice and she was handed her a “participation certificate,” and she was crushed. Despite the fall though, I believe she placed fifth or sixth.

After my 10th place performance to the love theme from Flashdance and theme song from Fletch I thought it’s okay because we’ll perform two perfect dances tonight. At 12 years old, I was extremely competitive – and I still am.

My dad videoed the event, and I swear you can see veins pulse in my head as Joanne coached Jenn and I from the sidelines. During warm up, a team almost careened into us – and I glared at them.

I wanted that gold medal.

I’m the shorter one on the top of the podium. Some of the girls look shorter than me, but they were only about two years younger. Credit: The Interlake Spectator

And 31 years ago, that’s what happened.

I’ll never forget the crowd of people when the judges posted the results. The judge had to squeeze from the hoard as coaches, parents, and skaters converged on the bulletin board. And how Joanne sauntering through the chaos and a pathway clearing for her.

Or when she turned, holding up index finger: “First!”

I stared at Joanne for a brief second – totally in disbelief – and then I raced to the dressing room to tell Jenn. We won the gold! Out of 12 teams. Some of those skaters practiced these dances in summer school.

I burst into the changing room. A skater from our club, a close friend of Jenn’s, won a bronze medal. She was awaiting the ceremonies while Jenn waited for our results.

“Jenn! We won!” and I started jumping. “We won!”

Jenn stared at me. “What!”

“We’re first! We won the gold!”

By that time Joanne entered the dressing room. She congratulated the three of us, and then she said, “You should’ve seen Tammy’s face when I told her.”

In hindsight, that would’ve make an awesome candid photo.

The medal ceremony seemed grand, with a red carpet leading to an on-ice podium. Nothing can replicate the moment of standing with Jenn in top spot and receiving our first gold medal. We were also given a single red rose – which I kept for years.

But somethings never change.

In the footage, I say something and laugh. My sister peered at me, says something back, and then she looks into the crowd with a sweet smile.

I had said, “I think I’m going to cry.

And Jenn responded with, “You do, and I’ll push you off.”

Now that’s a Kodak moment! This time, captured on video.
January 28, 2014: Original post
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