
Originally Posted by
pipsqueak
Thanks SF4L. I followed every link. There is more in one place w/your links than I've ever seen in one place before.
I'd been to the Iceland Rink in Paramount a zillion times before noticing the bronze memorial plaque high on the wall remembering those who were lost. The crash happened when I was a little kid. I only remembered it barely, until, that is, seeing that bronze memorial. Then, that day came back to me....how I saw it on the news (big old cabinet-style b/w TV at my grandparents' house, a continent away from Paramount) and was too young to find out any more about it on my own. Following the recent articles about it (for years I never heard a thing) is like finishing an interrupted story for me.
I've heard one coach explain once that, when all those top American coaches died, there was no one to ask for help as they struggled to develop a new generation of competitive skaters. Not only did our skating pool die in one fell swoop, but the coaches who trained them, who would have also been the ones to mentor anyone who entered the coaching field. Yes, Nicks and Fassi moved here, but they were not showing others how to develop into a good coach of a national or international competitor; there was only so much of them to go around. They had their hands full just trying to get skaters trained. Back then, school figures were required and were worth so much, and singles competition was just then starting to warm up to triple jumps (I think, for instance, Dick Button and Donald Jackson had done them in competition). Developing coaches not only had to develop their skaters, but try to figure out without much guidance how to polish up those figures for international competitiveness, and train jumps that they'd never done or barely even seen. There were few around to advise. That next generation of coaches included not only Nicks and Fassi, but the likes of Barbara Roles Williams and Frank Carroll, who had to figure things out on their own. I think they did, but I also think that few understand that their early coaching careers were not so easy, and probably often filled with the grief of loss. I should think that the ice was always filled with "ghosts" for them. How could you not see resemblances to lost friends year after year in rising skaters: the way they look or the way they carry an arm motion? How could you not stop yourself from thinking "I wish I could ask her about how to teach this move".........?
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