Bobby Orr has a new side of his story to tell — in photographs - The Boston Globe
The new book on Orr, the one that has had him touring Boston and the suburbs in recent days, is titled, “Bobby: My Story in Pictures.” You’ll find them stacked higher than Andre the Giant (he’s in the book) at your local bookstore.
It’s an intriguing, classic coffee table book, chock-full of pictures much of the hockey-loving world will treasure, most of them never before published.
In fact, until recently, even Orr hadn’t seen some of the shots. His oldest sister, Penny, had them tucked away among family keepsakes, the kind of treasures that too often dwell in the tattered shoeboxes and musty suitcases of attic archives. Seeing some of the old snapshots for the first time, particularly of his parents, was part of what convinced Orr to take them to print.
The book is a joy, particularly for Bruins fans, especially those steeped in all things Big, Bad Bruins — the era that began with Orr the man-child arriving here at age 18 in 1966 and shaking a hapless Original Six franchise by the scruff of its skate-laced collar.
The new book on Orr, the one that has had him touring Boston and the suburbs in recent days, is titled, “Bobby: My Story in Pictures.” You’ll find them stacked higher than Andre the Giant (he’s in the book) at your local bookstore.
It’s an intriguing, classic coffee table book, chock-full of pictures much of the hockey-loving world will treasure, most of them never before published.
In fact, until recently, even Orr hadn’t seen some of the shots. His oldest sister, Penny, had them tucked away among family keepsakes, the kind of treasures that too often dwell in the tattered shoeboxes and musty suitcases of attic archives. Seeing some of the old snapshots for the first time, particularly of his parents, was part of what convinced Orr to take them to print.
The book is a joy, particularly for Bruins fans, especially those steeped in all things Big, Bad Bruins — the era that began with Orr the man-child arriving here at age 18 in 1966 and shaking a hapless Original Six franchise by the scruff of its skate-laced collar.