Mike Smith was a 鈥渨alk it off鈥� kind of guy.
His wife Nancy Smith recalls him, well into his 70s, breaking right through the floor of a rotted out deck while carrying a 50-pound planter, falling more than eight feet to the bushes and bramble below.聽
He picked himself up, fought his way out from the deck鈥檚 underbelly and around to the front of the house where he located his wife. He was covered in dirt and blood and branches and scratches.
鈥淣ancy, I鈥檝e had a bit of a tumble,鈥� he announced. He was still carrying the planter.
鈥淗e was really a strong guy, and just had boundless energy,鈥� says Nancy. How did he bounce right up, at that age, after a fall like that? There was a phrase that Mike, a well-known coach and teacher on the North Shore, used for such occasions: 鈥渢uck and roll.鈥�
His daughter Megan Frederick laughs as she remembers the famous phrase.
鈥淲e鈥檇 have a fondue dinner and the fondue would catch fire and he鈥檇 just pick it up, flames coming up his arms, and he鈥檇 just say 鈥榯uck and roll!鈥欌��
Mike almost never got sick or injured, and when he did he would never take medication.
鈥淗e would just 鈥榟unker down,鈥欌�� says Nancy. 鈥淎nd his response, if you were worried, was he鈥檇 say 鈥業鈥檓 alright. I鈥檓 alright, I鈥檓 alright, I鈥檓 alright.鈥欌��
Walk it off. Tuck and roll. Hunker down. Those guiding principles powered Mike through 90 years of a remarkable life in which he followed passions ranging from rugby to musical theatre to lifeguarding to sign language, all the while providing a strong support system for thousands of students and athletes across the North Shore.
He stuck to his strengths, even when a global pandemic hit.
It seems a little odd to say that someone who died when they were 90 years old is 鈥済one too soon,鈥� but that鈥檚 exactly how Mike Smith鈥檚 family feels. So strong, so supportive, so resilient all his life, even into his 90s. And then came COVID-19, and the way his family tells it, he hit this challenge the way he tackled every other one in his life. This, however, was finally an affliction that wouldn't allow him to just walk it off.
A passion for coaching
It鈥檚 tough to find true Vancouverites 鈥� it seems almost everyone around here came from somewhere else 鈥� but you can鈥檛 get any more true blue Vancouver than Mike Smith. Born in Vancouver in 1930, he grew up swimming and playing football and rugby for Kitsilano High and then the University of British Columbia. At age 14 he worked in a logging camp on Vancouver Island, while other summer jobs included driving a taxi around Vancouver and working on a whaling ship off the coasts of Japan and Russia.
Safer summer employment came from his swimming expertise, as Mike worked as a lifeguard at Ambleside Pool and at beaches across Vancouver. It was while lifeguarding at Spanish Banks that he met Marlene Wright and it was 鈥渓ove at first sight.鈥� They married and had three kids: sons David and Paddy and daughter Megan. Mike and Marlene were married 35 years, until Marlene鈥檚 death in 1991. In 1994 Mike married Nancy (Herman) Parker, and they lived together in West Vancouver for 25 years.
Mike鈥檚 teaching career began at Vancouver鈥檚 Jericho Hill School for the Deaf where he learned sign language as well as lip reading, a skill he claimed helped him as a coach later in life. He moved over to West Vancouver鈥檚 Ecole Pauline Johnson in 1956, the start of a North Shore teaching career that included a long stint at Hillside Secondary, where he became vice-principal, and later at West Van Secondary where he taught until retirement. A common thread through it all was his passion for coaching.
Mike kept mementos from old teams, books in his basement full of rosters and plays and practice plans. On a recent sunny summer afternoon Nancy and Megan sat flipping through the pages of an album filled with team photos. There鈥檚 the Jericho Hill basketball team, 1952. In that photo Mike looks like a strapping young student himself. There鈥檚 Pauline Johnson gymnastics, 1956. There鈥檚 the first ever Hillside rugby team, 1957-'58. There鈥檚 the year Hillside junior rugby won the prestigious Province Cup, 1961. The pics go on for decades. There鈥檚 Hillside senior basketball, 1981, with Mike sporting a natty cardigan.
At West Van Secondary he helped form the school鈥檚 first-ever girls rugby team. Long after retiring as a teacher he stuck around the field, helping coach wherever he was needed.
In 2001, Mike became the first ever coach recognized for 50 years of service by the North Shore Secondary Schools Athletics Association. He was there when the NSSSAA was formed in 1958, acting as the association鈥檚 first secretary-treasurer while his friend and Hillside co-coach Gary Sinclair served as the first president, a role Mike later filled as well.
He was head of grounds and equipment for the annual North Shore track and field meet, which used to be held on the cinder track at Empire Stadium where all the lanes had to be lined out with whiting. Mike was always there, always ready.
Bill McKitrick, who coached and taught alongside Mike for decades, was just 23 when he first met him. He was assigned to Hillside as a student teacher, and the first face he saw when he walked through the door was Mike Smith.
鈥淢ike was in the foyer, so I introduced myself to him and he said 鈥業 think I鈥檓 going to be your sponsor teacher,鈥� McKitrick recalls. 鈥淗e sort of took me under his wing right away. That was quite reassuring.鈥�
McKitrick remembers Mike as a man of incredible youthful energy. He was surprised one day to hear Mike grumbling about 鈥済etting too old鈥� to take another swim test to renew his lifeguarding certification.
鈥淚 said 鈥榳hat do you mean? How old are you?鈥� He told me he was 43. Well, I thought he was 30.鈥�
Mike never lost that vigorous enthusiasm for coaching, and hundreds of young athletes were enriched by that, says McKitrick.
鈥淗e was a real straight shooter, looking out for the best interest of the students and the school always,鈥� he says. 鈥淭he teams that he coached were always strong teams, and I don鈥檛 mean like they were super athletes or anything like that. They were well coached, the students respected their opposition. He was not one to pat himself on the back or build himself up or blow his own horn. 鈥� It was all about the team and representing the school well. I think the kids learned a lot from that.鈥�
His standard attire, which he often wore even while acting as vice-principal, was pure sporty goodness: running shorts, whistle, clipboard in hand and pencil behind the ear.
鈥淗e was very good as a coach 鈥� I learned a lot from him,鈥� says McKitrick. 鈥淗e was very much a team member, and he expected that basically from everyone that was in the athletic department. And it was a great athletic department 鈥� everyone just got along really well. 鈥� I just watched how he dealt with the department, how he dealt with colleagues, how he dealt with students. It was not necessarily out of a textbook 鈥� just things you learn as a young teacher, a young coach, and you try to model that.鈥�
Musicals and marathons
There was much more to Mike than just coaching though. He sang in all the school musicals and was a lifetime subscriber to the Vancouver Symphony Orchestra. A childhood stamp collection inspired him to become a geography teacher. He was the catcher on the school slo-pitch team and later took up marathon running, breaking off on epic training runs with his little terrier Sadie, who often tuckered out and would be scooped up and carried much of the way home.
He was 64 when he married Nancy.
鈥淚 knew him mainly as a history and geography teacher, a music lover and a constant reader,鈥� she says. 鈥淗e was a great travelling companion because he was interested in everything and he had so much energy.鈥�
He and Nancy tended their fabulous backyard garden well into his 80s, and just last fall, though he was suffering from Lewy body dementia, which can affect a person's thinking, movement, behaviour and mood, he was still singing with the Londoners, a multi-generational choir that often would entertain seniors in care homes.
A fall put him into Lions Gate Hospital earlier this year while the pandemic was still a frightening mystery that was far from figured out. He caught COVID-19 there, on the hospital鈥檚 fourth floor.
鈥淢ike, oh my God, he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time,鈥� says Nancy. There鈥檚 still anger, confusion, sadness in her voice as she describes what happened to her husband. After he was diagnosed, he was moved to a care home and then bounced right back to Lions Gate a few days later. Through it all, the family was banned from physically visiting him due to COVID-19 restrictions. Megan鈥檚 last contact with her dad was as he was being loaded into an ambulance for his final trip to the hospital.
鈥淚 called out to him, and he stopped and looked for [me]. I was keeping my distance, so I said 鈥業'm over here, dad.鈥� And then I go, 鈥榗an you hear me?鈥� And he nods.鈥�
The family says he was not admitted into the intensive care unit when he was taken back to the hospital, instead quickly sent to palliative care. They fought for more urgent care for him, but to no avail. Mike was deemed to be unresponsive. Looking back now, Megan and Nancy say they know what Mike was trying to do as COVID-19 was shutting his body down.
Walk it off.
Tuck and roll.
Hunker down.
鈥淎ll of his strength and determination really worked against him, kept him silent and not taking medication and just in survival mode,鈥� says Nancy, adding that convalescing was never Mike鈥檚 style. 鈥淗e never was in bed. Never. 鈥� He wasn鈥檛 going to survive in bed with an oxygen tube in his nose.鈥�
The restrictions of COVID-19 made everything infinitely harder for the family.
鈥淲hat was so tough was dealing with all these doctors and not being able to be there in person,鈥� says Megan.
鈥淓veryone was in a complete panic mode,鈥� adds Nancy. 鈥淚t鈥檚 just really unfortunate that that happened to him.鈥�
Mike died April 2, 2020. Ninety years of extraordinary life, ended by COVID-19.
鈥淚t was very sad that it was the virus that took him,鈥� says Megan. 鈥淚t didn鈥檛 seem appropriate. In his life, nothing kept him down in bed.鈥�
Mike Smith leaves behind eight grandchildren, a great-granddaughter, and countless other friends and family members. COVID-19 restrictions have also denied the family a chance to hold a proper memorial service for Mike.
The family has taken great comfort, however, from comments left on an for Mike. The comments come from students and teaching colleagues, coaches and friends, neighbours, choir members, and even an old lifeguard from the 1950s.
鈥淢r. Smith was an important part of my formative years as a kid growing up in West Van,鈥� writes a former student. 鈥淗e taught me to swim at age five and instilled a sense of self-confidence that I could do what, at that time, I thought was impossible.鈥�
There are dozens of comments [see below for more], all adding together to colour in a picture of a man who touched many lives.
The family has set up the Mike Smith Memorial Scholarship Fund through the West Vancouver Foundation. The post-secondary scholarship will go to a graduating student in the West Vancouver public school system who 鈥渄emonstrates enthusiastic participation in school athletics, including good sportsmanship and service to school.鈥�
It鈥檚 a fitting legacy for a fine man, says Nancy.
鈥淢ike never hesitated to help other people,鈥� she says.
鈥淗e had the time for anybody, no matter the skill,鈥� adds Megan. 鈥淚f you were willing to put the work in and be a good teammate, there was always room for you on the team.鈥�
Click for more information on the Mike Smith Memorial Scholarship Fund.
Mike Smith remembered
Here is a selection of comments, edited by the North Shore News, left on Mike Smith鈥檚 online obituary page:
鈥淣ot tall in stature but had a giant presence,鈥� writes a student. 鈥淚 can still see him hustling down the hall with clipboard in hand and a whistle around his neck!鈥�
鈥淲ill miss his bright smile and twinkly blue eyes, he always cheered up a rainy day,鈥� writes a choir mate. 鈥淗e was much loved by everyone. He always threatened to sing rugby songs but was never allowed to.鈥�
鈥淚 worked with Mike in the '50s as a lifeguard,鈥� writes an old friend. 鈥淗e had the Vancouver Sun delivered to old Locarno Bath House and heaven help ANYONE who touched it before him!鈥�
鈥淗e was one of the nicest guys I ever met,鈥� writes a fellow coach. 鈥淎lways positive always smiling. He loved being out in the field which explains why he did it for over 50 years. Mike鈥檚 contribution to youth is enormous and he inspired us all.鈥�
鈥淗e was my homeroom teacher in Grade 9 and I have two vivid memories of him,鈥� another student writes. 鈥淔irst of all, he had such fine perfect handwriting, which didn鈥檛 seem to go with his big physique. The second was a class assignment to complete a job study, and mine became my lifelong occupation.鈥�
鈥淢r. Smith was my VP in the early 鈥�80s,鈥� writes another student. 鈥淗e got me back on track and believed in me when I didn鈥檛. He was a great leader and cared. Rest In Peace, sir.鈥�
