HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1969-08-21, Page 2The announcement last week that
the Canadian Forces Base at Clinton
would be phased out in two years' time
was not entirely .unexpected.
Ever since the close of hostilities
pearly twenty five years ago rumor had
followed rumor concerning the im-
inent closing of the Base. Each in turn
was proven false. But recent rumors
were different. They were based on an
announced policy involving a reassess-
ment of the armed forces.
This coupled with the recent unificat-
ion of the services suggested the need
for fewer bases. Too, there was the over
riding determination of the government'
to hold expenditures.
While the announcement did not come
as a complete surprise we suspect the
equanimity with which certain Clinton
merchants were reported to have accept-
ed the word would not properly reflect
the attitude .of the community as a
. whole. •
After all the , association which the
people of Huron have had with, the ser-
vices goes. back nearly thirty years to
the time when those first RAP:veter-
ans arrived at the height of hos-
tilities, as an advance party to set up a
secret radar training school. The civil-
ian population lost no opportunity to
welcome the thousands of students who
passed through the school and make, at
home the staff personell who from time
to time were stationed there.
In recent years the base and those
on it have to an increasing extent been
taken for granted. Perhaps toe) there
has been a tendency for the service
people and the civilians to each go their
own way. Perhaps it was this that
prompted the reaction of Clinton mer-
chants.
In the years the camp has been in ex-
istence it has generated millions of dol-
lars•into the economy of Huron and nei-
ghboring areas, the result of which all
too often, have been neither realized nor
appreciated.
The base, through payments in lieu of
taxes which have been in existence
since 1953, has brought many thousands
of dollars of added direct revenue to
Tuckersmith and the county.
While regretting the termination of a
long association the end result may
well be for the best. After all the phas-
ing out is two years removed and in the
meantime the department of national
defense and other departments of the
federal and provincial governments are
actively seeking out alternative uses for
the base. In this they will be aided' by
, the fact that the facilities are com-
plete, well maintained and modern in
every respect.
It is not by any means beyond poss-
ibility _that before the two year phasing
out period has elapsed the plant that
has served the country and community
so well will be embarking on.a new and
greater era of service.
The glue manufacturers who added
an obnoxious smell to their product to
prevent sniffem have offered a remark-
able simple solution to a worrisome-'
problem.
It's much better than trying to pass.
• legislation. (The Ottawa Journal).
Removal of the No. 8 highway
bridge over Silver Creek opened up a
new vista as the abutments of the brid-
ge frame the picnic pavilion, at Sea-
forth Lions Park. Work involved in re-
placing the bridge is well advanced and
Sugar
by
contractors Looby Construction Ltd. of'
Dublin have almost completed erection
of the gabian baskets which will form
the altered north side of the river as it
flows through the park. (Staff Photo)
and Spice
Bill Smiley
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SEAFORTH, ONTARIO, August 21, 1969
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In the Years Agone
August 24, 1894
Walton cheese factory has'.
sold the July' make of cheese to
Mr. CoOk.- The price was OW
• cents. The cheese will be ex-
ported.
A peculiar occurence happened
at Kippen which proved fort-
unate for a .son of T. Mellis.
Messrs. Thomas McKay and Ar-
chie McGregor were removing
the hired wheels from a heavy
wagon, when one wheel fell,. ap-
parently on top of the little fel-
low His hand went between the
spokes and the wheel, fell over
without hurting) him in the least.
Messrs. Scott Rms. of town
intend to light First Presbyter-
ian Church with incandescent
electric lights.
To The Editor
Elmer Says
Thanks for
Safety Help
Sir: .
A very fine sample of new
wheat was delivered at the Red
Mill by G. Dale- It tested 65-lbs.
to the bushel.
There were 52 tickets old at
Seaforth Station for the excur---
sion to Niagara Falls- -
Our worthy Path Master, Jac-
ob McGee of. Egmondville, has
just completed his seasons' work
and has handed in -the following
statement for publication: '35
rods of new pine sidewalk; 20
rods ditching; 7 loads of gravel •
and. a general repair of the whole'
district.
The Western Association Foot-
Ball Cup has arrived and now re-
poses in Robert Willis' store un-
der the watchful eye of Walter
Willis, a sturdy Huron brave.
August 22, 1919
A. A. Naylor, has resigned his
position as Principal of the Sea-
forth Public School, which he
has filled for the past seven
years, to accept the principalship
of a 16 room school at Chatham
at an initial salary of $1500.
In the report of the great war
veteran's demonstration we in-
advertenly omitted to Mention
one of the outstanding features
of the parade, the Fenian „Raid
Veterans, Messrs. Wm. McDoug-
al, James Beattie, Robert Winter,
and A. W• Stable, all of Egmond-
ville and Seaforth.
The old church property on
the 9th ',concession of MeKillop
was purchased by John McCall-
um for $200.
A fatal accident occurred at
Manley, on the farm of Fred Mil
ler wile* he and his son were
diving thiliorses into the stab-
le..Mr. Miller tapped one of them
with a stick when the animal
kicked and fractured Mr. Miller's
breast bone. He didn't regain
consciousness.
During the severe thunder-
storm which passed over Croon-
arty, a barn belonging to John
Leery, South of the village was
struck by lightimig and dest-
royed. He succeeded In getting
out five head, of fat cattle, but
the rest of the contents were
destroyed.
August25, 1944
Seaforth's annual Tip Top
tournament, one of the largest
and most popular bowling ev-
ents in Western Ontario was
rained out. '
The first of three brothers
to arrive ' home from- overseas,
was Pte. Wm.. Chipchase, pf Ay-
lmer, .formerly of HensalL An
R. C. R. 'man, he went through
the Sicilian campaign and on to
Italy and has been there since
1940.
Miss Jessi Wallace, a bride
elect was guest of honor at a
miscellaneous shower held at the
home of Mrs. Wm. Cameron and
Miss Mabel Cameron in Tucker-
smith. Miss Margaret Patrick
read an address and Delores
Cudmore and Carol CheSney pre-
sented the bride to be with a
basket filled with gifts.
E. Lorne Fox, and Mrs. Fox,
the new prihcipal of the IRgh
School have moved here from
Port Arthur and he will com-
mence his duties in September.
In an effort to assist die local
Red Cross Blood Donor Ser-
vigga,, • the Seaforth Lions Club
has formed a. committee consist.
ing Of M. Ross Savauge, H. E.
Smith and J. A. Stewart. They
hope to enlarge the number of
donors to a least 200 per clinic.
lit an 11-run rally in the sixth
inning Main Street made sure of
the game over Duncan's in the
Industrial League. The' final
score was 21-8 in favor of the
Main Street Nine. The line up
for Duncan's wee-
Kenneth )oig R. F; Gus Mes-
senger P; Gerald: Bannon, 3b;
Gordon Muir ib; George Hilde-
brand S.S.; C. Trott, 2b; Allan
Reid C. F; Bob Strong C; Clar-
ence Muir I. F. For Main Street
they were: A Hildebrand SS;
Beverly Christie 3b; Frank Ming
2b; Ralph binFaddin C. F.; Ar-
chie Hubert C; Ian McLean RF;
Bert Shaw lb; Edward McIver P;
Alvin Dale LF;
By Shirley Kellar
I colddett have been More
mistaken about the kind of
summer holiday I would have
this year than if I had shut my
eyes and imagined the whole
thing.
You will remember a °Duple
of weeks ago in this culture
corner I told you how my him-
band just wears me out while
we are vacationing. This year
I must have won a battle or
something, but I had the most
relaxed week anyone could
dream of. It was just perfect.
We went to Ottawa to see
the changing of the guard, the
parliament buildings and a few
ether spots of interest. It took
us two days to get there and
when we finally did arrive, we
spent another day just setting
up camp and taking it easy. It
was great. •
While in Ottawa I had my first
real live experience with hipp-
ies.
With my family I was camp-
ed next door to a fairly normal
family from the city of Hernia,
ton. There were two teenaged
'daughters in that household and
with our teenaged son and al-
most-teenaged daughter, you can
understand why our two fam-
ilies melded se well right from
the first hours we were togeth-
er. We had the same worries.
well!, the first evening after
we had arrived in Ottawa, the
vacant camping spot on the oth-
er side of us was filled when
two dirty hairy males moved in.
They drove an old rather beat-
. up vehicle they called Matilda
and carried the standard equip-
ment fqr hippies, a , loud- radio
and an out-of-tune guitar.
As two respectable, families
with impressionable boys and
girls in our care, my husband
and I and our previous neighb-
ors in camp were horrified at
the thought of these slovenly
foes invading our rather pleasant.
little hideaway. And invade they
did. Within half an- hour, the
preposterous pair had charmed
our gaping children with their
music, their love-beads, their
'finger-snaping, their hep chat-
ter.
In short order my son was
on the hippies' campsite, listen-
ing to Bill Cosby records and
drinking in the fresh taste of
total. freedom.
When I finally got my kids
into the sack, they were too ex-
cited to sleep. They kept review-
ing the wonderful things they
had seen and heard in the camp
next door.
In the morning I awoke to the
pitter-patter of the raindrops on
the canvass. Quite naturally, my
husband was the finstto emerge
from our tent.
In a flash he was back inside
begging me to poke my head
outdoors to see our young nei-
ghbors. I did. There they were,
stretched out on the car, one on
the -hood, one on the trunk. And
still the rain came down,
Fortunately for everyone, the
shower let up as the two Mis-
fits from the next camp were
rousing from their slumber.
The one with the beard and
the little tiny glasses was the
first en his feet. He ,stretched
and scratched all over
"Probably lousey," I thought
in disgust,
H i s companion suggested
breakfast. Into the trunk they
dove, coming up with a couple
of slices of bread and a few
chunks of ham. Beverage turn-
ed out to -be a coke.
I watched out of the corner of
my eye, expecting that at any
moment they. would go , into a
trance from either pill-popping
or glue-sniffing,
One sauh,ered over to our
campsite and spoke to my dear
precious baby boy.
" Want to listen to some more
Cosby," he asked?
"Sure," came my son's reply,
a smile breaking across his face.
"Not this morning," I said
steadily, planning how quickly
I could pack the car and get
away from this envirriment.
"We're getting ready now to go
down to see the changing of the
guards."
"Yeh?" said my frightening
neighbor. "Do you mind if we
tag along?"
(To be continued next week)
Those unexpected neighbors
Writing a weekly column is
something like being pregnant
You can't stop just because
you're not in the mood. The
typesetters are waiting, the ed-
itors are waiting, and the mail-
man waits for no man.
I've written• them in hotel
rooms, on trains and on New
Year's morning. I've written
them with the raging 'flu, the
galloping bursitis, and a head
that felt more like a foot.
'And that explains why I'm
tapping this out on Grandad's
dining-room table on a beauti-
ful. hot summer afternoon, when
any sane person would be at
the beach, or lying under a tree.
Why didn't I do it yesterday?
Because yesterday was a beauti-
ful, hot summer day and I fell
a sleep on a raft out in the lake,
and my silly wife on shore was
afraid*I'd fall off and drown and
she sent some nit out to wake
me, and I was so mad at her
presumption "(she knows I could
swim that lake with both hands
behind me) that I wasn't in the
mood for anything hilt a good
domestic hassle.
After a month . of relatives
said friends and casuals dropping
in, we were lookng forWard to a
week of quiet living and "getting
away from people" at Grandad's
It's an idyllic setting. A stone
farmhouse overlooking a beauti-
ful bay. Lots of trees around and
the nearest neighbor a quarter
mile down the road.
Trouble is, it's "When are you
going to drop out to the lake?"
and "Came on up to the cottage
for a few days," and "How about
dropping around for a drink and
a barbeque;"
It's grand to be wanted. And
all the old friends are so kind
and hospitable that it's difficult
to say no. So we don't. But it is
definitely not conducive to the
quiet, meditative life. It's min
der on the physique, because old
friends want to sit up' and talk
all night- And so do we.
Daytimes are bad, too. When
I go down for some milk, it takes
me three hours to get home. I
have to say hello to Skin the
barber, and Skinny the editor;
and all the merchants I used- to
sell ads to and little old ladies
who remember our children and
ask embarrassing questions, abr
out what they're doing now, and
then I bump into Don and Mac .
who are up at their cottages from
the States.
Desperately seeking refuge, I
drop into the pub for a quiet,
cold beer: Within ten minutes
I'm talking deer-hunting with
Teemey the well driller and
Murdoch the farmer and lion
the car dealer and George the
millionaire. It's rude to rush off
with my milk when these hard-,
working chaps insist on one more
round for old times sake
Just to add to , the -pastoral
peace of our week, we brought
Pip the kitten, and Grandad is in
temporary charge of Screwy
Louie, a spirited young poodle.
However, it wasn't all bad.
Perhaps the highlight for • me
was a trip "around the mail”
with' Grandad, who has been de-
livering rural mail for 40 years,
since the days of the Model T
in summer and the •sleigh in
winter-
Ever drive a route with a
rural mail carrier? It's an ex-
„perienee somewhat like, your
first ride on a big roller-coast-
er. He belts around those gravel--
back roads at a hell of a a clip,
knows every rib and vein in
them, and takes camera and hills
with, the dash of a hell-driver.
.Each mail box is a' personal
challenge. He heads straight for
the ditch and you cringe. Misses
the ditch by two inches and the
winds up right beside the box,
to that the mail can be popped
in without; leaving .the car. ,
Add to this-the fact that Gran-
dad has one arm, and that I'm a
coward in a ear, And you get the
message. Must do it again' some
tine. In. , about ten. years.
After this peaceful week,
we've determined to rent a trail-
er and go off into the bush some
where, with no telephones, rid
friends, and just squat there,
licking our wounds- With our
luck, the people in the next
trailer will be our next-door
neighbors, back home,
Our 1969 Elmer Safety Contest
is over and from our viewpoint
of reaching thousands of child-
ren with safety message during
school holidays, it was a resoun-
ding success.
The volume of mail received
this year has far exceeded that
of any previous contest.
We wish to thank you sincere-
ly for participating and for your
generous contribution of public
service time. Without your gen-
erosity ,it would lie financially
impossible to conduct this con-
test.
We hope you will )oln us again
next year.
Sincerely,
(Menne Breau,
Supervisor,
ChM Safety •Programs •