David Antoniuk

Bought some Poitin (Irish Moonshine) off a guy who had a dog on a donkey on the side of the road in Ireland. 🇮🇪There was also a lot of Guinness consumed on this trip. #ireland #ileftmyliverinkillarney

#winnipegstories Are we sure this was actually a news story, or was Guy Maddin making another movie 🎥? 🤔😄 My peeps in the Winnipeg film industry born before 1990 would get this 🤣😂😄

#foggydoggy

#gonefishin

#throwbackthursday 1972 Baba Antoniuk’s farm. Senkiw Manitoba. Me and my brother Wally. Not sure 🤔 who thought it was a good idea to give him an axe. Luckily, later in life Wally’s body grew to match the size of his giant cranium. My dad and his 8 siblings were raised in that small farmhouse in the background. I remember Aunt Mary telling me they didn’t have much but they did have a lot of fun and love.

#thetestaments Had a busy year last year. And one of the shows I 1st AD’d comes out today. The Testaments based on the Margie Atwood book is the sequel to The Handmaids Tale. There was a special screening tonight where they showed episode one. I brought my god daughter @mylana_04 to show her what all the fuss is about.

Easter 🐣 visit to Aunt Bernice! Replete with a trumpet and piano recital.

#ThrowbackThursday the boys of Summer. My brothers were athletes. I was not. But I still tried all the sports growing up. Fun Fact: Little League. One of the best hitters on our team was Mike Bertosa. At one of our games, the other team wouldn’t pitch to him. Kept pitching outside. Frustrated , Mike stepped across the plate and smacked it into the outfield. Unfortunately, you’re not allowed to do that so he was called out by the umpire. To this this day it was one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen. It brought us all to our feet and we cheered.

#morningwalk

#throwbackthursday 1965 Easter at Baba Antoniuk’s Farm. I was not born yet. Baba Antoniuk and all of her 9 children(Kay, Mary, Lena, Stephen, Olga, Julia, Mike, Peter(Tommy), John) . My dad is the tall guy just left of centre. About 1/4 of the people in the picture ended moving west to Alberta. The building in the background is the small farmhouse my dad grew up in with his 8 siblings. There are a whole bunch of cousins in this picture that I haven’t seen in a very long time. Although one of the benefits of social media is getting to re-connect with family.

#throwbackthursday 1998 This is me with aunt Mary and uncle Walter Melosky. I had already moved to Toronto in 89 but was back in MB to help a friend with a movie. Mary was my Dad’s older sister. I would spend time at their farm in Greenridge Manitoba in the summers when I was younger. It was a working farm. And there was a lot of work to be done. That being said they didn’t make me work too hard because I was weak armed city slicker. But I did do some things. Fun fact: one summer cousin Pat and I had just dropped off a load of hay bails at another property. And I was riding on the back of the tractor with him. We were driving down a gravel road as fast as the tractor could go. My hat blew off. I reached into the air to grab it as it was flying away. And I hit the hydraulic lever for the front bucket of the tractor. The bucket went down and dug into the dirt road and the back of the tractor bucked up into the air like a broncing bull. Miraculously we never fell off. But the front bucket of the tractor was bent out of shape. We got back to the farm and uncle Walter looked at me, looked at the bucket, “well you’re a farmer now David, because you’re breaking things you don’t have the money to pay for.” They later got another farmer, friend Clifford Graydon I think, to hammer out the bucket and put it back into shape. It didn’t look pretty. But it still worked. Walter and Mary are both gone now but I will miss them forever. photo credit @jimlambie

#throwbackthursday 1971 Jam session at the old house on Inkster Blvd. Brother Ted on the accordion, Brother Wally on the recorder, Cousin Mel Stokotelny on the fiddle and yours truly holding the sheet music. The Stokotelny’s were on my dad’s mom’s side of the family. Visiting them in Dauphin was always a highlight. Mel and his brother had a popular diner in Dauphin called Stickys. Fun fact: Mel told me the story of him going to the big city of Winnipeg for the first time. Going into a building, inside there was a door that parted and slid open. Him getting in with his brother and when the doors opened again, they were on a different floor. It was his first time in an elevator. They proceeded to ride the elevator to different floors for the next few hours. You had to make your own fun back in the day…