Like moths to a flame...

FLIN FLON…SO LONG AGO
Clayton Anderson Bell summer 2008



Flin Flon, this town gathers her flock once more about her.
Like the Mother Merganser,
Still she gathers more.

Flin Flon, our birthplace, our home, our stepping stone to the world.
Young bodies leave and brilliant minds return to relive once again
Their humble beginnings.

Flin Flon, rocks, lakes, hills, thriving forever beneath Northern Lights.
Home to the miners, fishermen, lumbermen, businessmen, teachers,
Service Clubs, CFAR, Miner (Scoop) and Reminder.
We who stayed, we who return.

Flin Flon, town of champions in every field; sports, medicine, business.
Parents who raised us, praised us, sent us into the world,
Veterans who protected us.

Flin Flon memories; Community Hall, Stag, Northland and Rex,
Sam Hankin’s, Scheider’s, Freedman’s, Club News, Milt’s,
Neil McLennan, Rev. Horsefield, Baldy Green, Dr. Johnson.
Memories.

Flin Flon Bombers, Legionettes, Kopper Kings, Curling champions,
Paddlers, Camp Whitney, Phantom Lake, Jubilee Jive, Main &
Hapnot High, HBM&S, Community Hall, Trout Festival.
Memories.

Flin Flon, our home town, we will return again,
And again for the rest of our lives.
Memories.