The Bayfield Post, 1982-05-21, Page 7For sale
WRITIN' 14
P ZOPE tRTY WHATNOT
Bayfield. Ontario
This Commercial Property includes 2 stores
fronting on Main Street. Lovely 3 bedroom
home with beamed ceilings in living room
and dining room, both of which are beauti-
fully finished in custom -cut pine.
Property includes a spacious yard with
large garage whi ch could be used as
in the Summer.. This property could
as a combination home and business,
suitable as a place of fine dining,
as a mini -mall. The facilities are
a store
be used.
or is
or even
there.
The only limitations are those imposed by
one's lack of imagination. Priced to sell.
Call 565-24.3
NORTH HURON
BIG BROTHERS'
ASSOCIATION
11 1 would like to volunteer to be a
BIG BROTHER
1 understand that I will be contacted by a member of
the Big Brothers' stuff.
O 1 am a mother of a fatherless
boy(s) and would like to know
more about BIG BROTHERS
NAME
AGE OCCUPATION
HOME
ADDRESS
PHONE (RES.) (BUS.)
Mike Cox
President
Signature
(Please sand to)
BOX 382 GOOERICH, ONT.
Elaine Smith
Secretary
524.7$7$
PAGE 7
SOCIAL
Brenda and Dennis Mi_skie and children Brook and
Jana from Marathon, Ontario are visiting for
two weeks with the lady's parents, Ruth and
Arnold Makins.
* * * * * * * * *
Look closer,
see me!
THIS poem was found in the hospital beside locker of an old lady
after her death. It was rescued by Mrs. T. Cowan of Highgate Hill,
who does geriatric nursing.—The poem speaks for itself.
What do you see nurses, what do you see?
Are you thinking when you are looking at me—
A crabbit old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with far -away eyes;
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice, `I do wish you'd try.'
Who seems not to notice the things that you do
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe.
Who, unresisting or not, lets you do as you will
14'ith bathing and feeding, the long day to fill,
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes nurse, you are not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As 1 use at your bidding, as 1 eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another,
A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet,
A bride soon at twenty, my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the voxes that 1 promised to keep.
At. twenty-five, now I have young of my own
ll'ho need me to build a secure, happy home.
A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons, now grown, will be gone,
But my man stays beside me to sec I don't mourn.
At fifty, once more babies play round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark den's are upon me. my husband is dead.
I look to the future', 1 shudder with dread,
For my young are all busy raising young of their own,
And 1 think of the years and the love that I've known.
I'm an old woman now and nature is cruel,
'Tis her jest to Brake old age look like a fool,
The body it (rumbles, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where 1 once ,rad a /wart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
1 remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life all over again.
And 1 think -of the years all too few—gone too fast
And accept the stark fact that nothing will last.
So open your eyes nurses, open and see
Not a crabbit :rid woman. look closer—see me.
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