This Ken Danby Studios Bobby Orr "Garden of Dreams" print is a limited edition of 4,444. It is signed by Bobby Orr and the artist.
Artist's Comments: I began with the unique concept of Bobby on the ice - in repose. After all, he retired from the game years ago. I also wanted to include the image of his famous 1970 Stanley Cup winning goal in overtime. The challenge was in combining these two images, but I was able to do it by setting the painting in historic Boston Garden where Bobby scored that famous goal and where he posed for me, on the ice. I think it works well. It was certainly a memorable experience, and I'm pleased that this portrait offered me an opportunity to honour an old friend - one of the great legends of hockey.
This article is reproduced from the album jacket of the record:
The two sides of Bobby Orr – Bobby’s instructional commentary as interviewed by Don Earl. The album notes are written by Dick Grace, author of Orr on Ice.
“Tell me a story – please, about Bobby Orr,” the little boy said from his bed.
So I bent down and told him of a boy and a man, Bobby Orr, already a hockey legend. Now distinguished as the possible all-time great of the sport.
I told the boy of the Orr family in Canada – mother; Arve, father; Doug, sisters; Penny and Pat, and brothers; Ron and Doug. Jr., of Bobby’s friends where the houses stand tall with pride in Parry Sound, Ontario.
In this world of trouble, where words of wisdom are often refused, Bobby Orr has come and built a name. One by one, two by two, his legions of fans have grown into great fountains of applause as approval roars from Boston Garden sellout crowds. It is a ceaseless flood that at times drowns out all the worries outside. His actions are received by the multitudes with a clapping of hands and throwing of hats. It is much, the devotion and sincerity of the Bobby Orr fans.
The National Anthem plays, there he stands with head lowered in respect. Yet each straining voice is raised to him like the far-off murmur of the sea, crying “Let’s go Bruins!” It’s 7:35 and another Bruins Sunday night game is underway.
There is a shout and a rush of skating strides. Eager hope sits in the eyes of thousands as they press together and yell, “Go Bobby, go!” With quick perception of eye and flying feet to the puck…with outstanding instinct…with a stick that is almost a magician’s wand…he plays HIS game of hockey.
Bobby Orr’s talents are lofty and bright, a subtle shaft of wit, and that keen glance of intellect which has intuition and a deep spring of human action, mixed with respect for others, tempered by rare humanity. He also has a simple grace of style and singleness of purpose to his profession. It’s a real man who skates under the number 4.
I looked upon the child, to see if his young thoughts were following mine. His blue eyes were glad listeners, and the breath of attention was on his parted lips.
So I continued to tell him how number 4, Bobby Orr, has brought excitement to us all, an image of something to everyone. People know him best when, skating in his strength, he soars up the ice and the Boston announcer exclaims – “Goal scored by number 4, Orr!”
It has been there for some time, that rugged cement rock called Boston Gardens, where Orr’s deeds, records and the many marked trophies that bear his mane shall be forever engraved in memory. In this life, one name will never be lost amid any strife…bubbles may burst, but we have and have had Bobby Orr.
He is not any vain idol, ask any mother or father, or anyone. I know of his genuine warm feelings for his faithful fans, young and old, boys and girls. People lose themselves in him. I have seen youngsters with teardrops falling from their eyes at the very mention of his name.
Lingering voices of past Bruin’s teams lie in the Garden’s rocky heart where bold fans have yelled it hoarse throughout the ancient cement structure. Now a new shout’s there: the name of Bobby Orr is on the ice and you will never melt it out. While the wonder and pride of now accomplishments are ahead, his past records will always remain.
Each of us is born for some purpose. Some, like Orr, a master of his art, brings excitement to all people. How much our present worlds needs such a hero.
Now as I look down at the half sealed eyes, a quick shiver, and then the boy is peacefully asleep. Another night of family security descends upon the lonely, thankful minds of grateful parents.
“Go to sleep, my son, with thoughts of Bobby Orr in our head.”
I didn’t know Eddie Shore, Babe Ruth, The four Horsemen, and so many others – but I do know the best – BOBBY ORR!
BOBBY ORR – ONLY ONCE!
“Orr on Ice”
It was Christmas time in the sixties
And the Bruins needed a gift
A star of certain stature
To give the team a lift.
In a League of six, their fortunes fell
Each year they finished low.
The fans, though, never left them
Their hopes stayed ever aglow.
The scouts fanned out ‘cross village and town
No stone was left unturned
To find the player of players
In whom talent and stardom burned.
One night in Ganonoque
In search of that talent rare
A group of Bruin leaders
Were led by scout Wren Blair.
A bantam game in progress
Gave promise of prospects in store
But the eyes of all soon focused
On a lad named Bobby Orr.
At the age of twelve, on a team in their teens
His talent quickly shone
So plans were made to sign him up
Before his rights were gone.
But rules proclaimed: “No Signing”
‘Til he was fourteen years, at least.
So the Bruins began their planning
And their efforts never ceased.
To Blair went the job of courting
The parents, who showed concern
About how he’d be directed
And facilities for him to learn.
They finally conceded, and a form was signed,
And the Bruins sighed with relief.
He played for their team in Oshawa
In a manner beyond belief.
Still in his teens he was ready
To play for the Black and Gold,
He made his debut ‘gainst the Red Wings
One look, and the fans were sold.
He controlled the game from the blue line
With speed and dash and flair
As TV captured his exploits
All New England knew he was rare.
But more was needed on a last-place team
To add to the skill of an Orr,
So Fred and Ken and Espo
Were joined by even more.
And then, in place, they made a run
For the Stanley Cup was their aim,
In 1970, they won it at last
And his goal brought lasting fame.
His career abridged by wounded knees
His star stayed its brightest blue
Despite the pain, he led the team
To a title in ’72.
Two cups secured—could there be more?
Fate quickly intervened
World hockey interceded
And from the Bruins some talent was weaned.
The heritage of Bobby’s deeds
Was international acclaim.
Eight Norris Awards and All-Star play
An Induction to the Hall Of Fame.
But best of all he’s among us
For business, for charities and more,
His family, his golf, his friendship
Add to the Legend of Orr.
He’s a gift that keeps on giving
And that is the best by far,
He’s ageless we know, as we bask in the glow
Of the Twentieth Century’s star.
Boston Bruins play-by-play TV broadcaster 1971-1997