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The Huron Expositor, 1973-08-16, Page 2From My Window By Shirley J. Keller Sugar and Spice By Bill Smiley •••••••••••••••••••.-•••••••.'. • ......••••-•••••••••-•••••••- • t Aural (,,cprisitor Since 1860, Serving the Community First PubkliAtedtat SEAFORTH, ONTARIO, every ThfurrstIly morning by McLEAN BROS., Publishers Ltd. ANDREW Y. McLEAN, Editor • Member Canadian Weekly Newspaper Association Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association and Audit Bureau Of Circulatioh Newspapers Subscription Rates: Canada (in advance) $8.00 .a Year Outside Canada (In advance) $10.00 a Year SINGLE — 20 CENTS EACH ' Second Class Mail Registration Number 0696 Telephone 527.0240 SEAFORTII, ONTARIO, August 16, 1973 Accidents "Accidenti do happen" Almost like an epidemic, every summer this area has several very bad, often fatal auto acci- dents, and they usually involve young people. Young drivers are not the only fatalities we ,see of course, but some- how they are the most tragic. A kid who will not have a chance to grow up, to love and to be happy, becomes another accident statistic. These horrifying acci- d_ents can't just be shrug- ged off with a pat phrase. Why do they happen? Why does'every summer bring anguish and suffering to the familieS that these kids leave behind? What do we haVe to do to achieve a fatality free summer around here? We can't very well take away the car keys from every driver under _21_ Rut_ we can clamp down A visitor from Toronto complained recently that e was completely lost, with her Ontario map use- less and no signs in sight, as soon as she ventured off one ,,,o pyrn4prow4il t vincial highways:. -au— , It is just as bewild- ering for those. of us who have grown up here to reach an intersection in an un- familiar part of the county and see a sign marked County Road 26. Not very enlightening is it? The problem, of course, is that most maps do not indicate the number allot- ted to countryroads mak- ing the numerical desig- nation of little or no value. Surely our county roads . Sir: It is, being said every day, "You don't hear much of the good things Teenagers do". Here is a good comment. I was taking my daughter, to the chiropractor in Clinton last July 31st at 2:15 in the afternoon. Just at Bruce- field I had a flat tire and although I was dressed up and it was a hot day, I To -the editor Seaforth Road signs and some of sion roads Oded with ' name names ists and na where they „*y .e are he 1:z44, encourag sign saying miles or Be 'pointing th than a usel 14, when we unfamiliar against those who take chances. The joyriders and speed freaks and those who think their car is a powerful, playful toy should be cracked down upon. Parents and police can make sure that these , kids do not drive until the fact that cars can kill is drummed into them. Every neighbourhood and small town police chief knows who the wild drivers are. Their licences should be taken away before they kill themselves or others. These kids aren't suicidal, `but are irresponsible ands take refuge in the belief "It can't happen to, me". We see, however, much to our sorrow, it can happen to anyone. Young people, and in fact all drivers should take a long serious look at their habits behind the wheel and to try to make the , rest of the pkoar aeci.dent free. Road signs with names instead of numbers would aid in ending frustrating drives, often miles out of our way, often in the wrong direction, just to find out where we are, while searching for the hamlet which is ourdes- tination. proceeded to change the tire myself. Cars whizzed by. Finally one stopped and a young man WI - 19) came back and finished the tire for me. Between the hot day and my amaze- Merit and being in a hurry I forgot his name. However, he will know who I mean. I would like to say in your paper "THANK YOU" to him. Mrs. Phyllis Dallas - Fury I our conces- could be .pro- signs that and tell ,tour- tives alike are and where, „.„ eding. It wogOZ ing to-,see Winthrop 4 lgrave '6' and e direction ess County road come to an road. Camping can be fun "Your big brother was•once able to pretend just-as ell-as-Yeede," began. "All kids Pretend 'a whole lot of the time. I used to pretend too. It is fun." "Don't you pretend now?" my little son asked me. "Not much. Only sometimes," I confessed. "And it is too bad, too. People miss so much when. they can't pretend any more." My little son snuggled close. Tonight, when you are eating your hotdogs and drinking your milk, it won't rebe.„.hotdogs and milk. It will be corn bread, ae, d rabbit ,„and..herb, tea, juste like, „the _Indians used,,to ,eat,".- .1 , plained. "And when you go to sleep tonight, it won't be a sleeping bag and aground sheet in the park," I said. "It will be a blanket over some evergreen branches in thejniddle of a dense forest." His eyes sparkled as the thoughts of all the excitement ahead twirled in his youthful head. "The other kids will be braves and -squawS;" I said. "The leaders will be like Great Chief and Medicine Man. The whole world will look different and n and you will be able to enjoy it beca you can still pretend." He nodded his head in agreemen "Now if big brother was to go' with you, he wouldn't see any of that," I said. "He'd have plain ordinary _h ot- dogs to eat. He'd have a , plain old sleeping bag to sleep in and he'd feel silly about it because he'd not be able to forget he was only four blocks from home." '"He wouldn't have a good time, would he?" asked my little son. "He sure wouldn't, because he's too old now. He's lost his ability to pe- tend, and. pretending is really fun," I said. . "Will I get too old to pretend too," my son asked sadly. "Not if you don't want to," I said. "You can pretend just as long as you want to, if you try." One quick kiss, a smile, and my son was off to Indian Day, 'renewed and reassured at seven. 4 There's nothing like seeing old friends. Or old fiends, as it comes out sometimes when the linolype operator is not on his toes ha ha. I have a couple of old fiends who managed to drop in while I was getting ready to go to England. Between them, they almost aborted the trip. It's not that they bother me,I wouldn't say that. It's just that .they cripple me for about two days each, by the time we finish reminiscing and get to- bed as the robins begin to chirp. That's riot so bad.' A chap must expect that sort of ruin. • But they brought with them a couple of other old fiends -- their wives. Thatts what really put the tart On the griddle, as Lord Faversham Said while he was roasting a well-known street-walker. We -have all sorts of friends, eh? There are the close chums Of ,public school, with whom there is nothing in common by the tithe you are in Grade II except the fact that Old Lady Williams beat the hell Out of you. every second day, when you were in Oracle 5. Then there are the bosom buddies of , high sdhOOL tide is an eternal, yearning friend:411N, often depending on the type of botiOtt. Ten yeah?. Inter -you Meet and there's not much to say alter exchanging the number ,of children and wives or hus- bands you have had. College friends are even closer. I Was looking at a picture of four of us• the other day. we had in-j9kes. We were unseparable. we would give our left arm for each other. I haven't seen one of them for twenty years. One is a drunk, a second 'is dead, and the third is an accountant. Not neces- sarily in that order. Then there are the friends you make on summer jobs. These are so intimate you can hardly wait to separate s o that you can write each other. Once. And 'if you were in the service, there are all sorts of friends. There's Dutch Kleinseyer, the ubiquitous Australian, J-...ck Ryan, the unmitigated Canadian, Singh Thandi, the sinful Indian, and so on. A few of them still around, and you see them every five years, but that means only a couple of days of ruin. And, Of course, you have made friends since you married. There are Shirley and Bill, and Joan and Dick, and Jack and Jill, and Humphrey' and Ursula. Not to mention Humpt9 and Bumpty. Those named are carefully disguised, and the last two can. "figUre out for themselves who they we'd get together occasionally for some of the old riotous living of the rude soldiery. We all fell in 'love about the same time and got married about the same time. We each have two children and have shared the woes and glows of rais- ing kids. The, three girls We chose, Peg, Ruth and 'Suse, are Mill married to us, something -of a record these days. we've all been modestly successful in a .material way and modestly unsuc- cessful in a spiritual way. Our wives tell us, individually, that we are rotten husbands and fathers, but we don't see-them reaching into the grab- bag for substitutes. When we meet, a couple of times a year, we compare middle-aged aches and pains,• but we're young at heart, as you would clearly see if you dropped by about 4 a,m. We'll probably wind up in the same Home for Senile Veterans. If we do, we'll keep it lively.* yes, a matt acquires a lot of friends in a lifetime. But not many of us have two old fiends like Trap and Bub to drop around and turn us into living skeletons when we're trying to get ready to go to England. • - A se-ven mixture of fantasy and fact. I've always know that, of course, but seldom have I seen it so vividly exhibited as the day '1' our youngest son was. going on a camp-- out with the playground kids. This is the first year rry son has , been totally involved in the playground set-up in our town. He's gone the _full route. There's been skating parties and ball games, and hikes. There's been swimming and track and field and tennis. It has been absolutely great, L 'rand believe rrie;,'"ifiy,TpAt 1 -IWO :to M; e" 7, I. ''''' [wonderful, wcind tui you "g people who . staff these playgro d' ams'. ,4 Anyway, the particular week in ques- tion Was Indian Week. That's ,; the time the kids have Indian „stories, do Indian crafts, play Indian games . , .. and have a real-live' cookout and sleepout . It is a big time for any youngster, but for a seven-year old who has never exper- ienced this kind of grown-up thrill before, it is pure magic. The instructions from the playground . stated we should send a sleeping bag and a ground sheet; some hotdogs for roasting and something to drink. It fur- ther stated the child should have "ade- ,, quate footwear" and "warm clothing other than their Indian costumes", And that's when the hassle began. Older brother had to interfere."Who ever heard of an Indian.USing a 'sleeping bag and eating hotdogs?" Little brother was crushed. "Well, we're not real Indians. We're jus t doing .Indian things like cooking outside and sleeping outside." Big brother simply smiled knowingly. Little brother was angry. "Why does he always yell at me," my littlest son asked me in a hot tone of voice. "why doesn't he leave me alone?" It' was then up to me to explain to our youngest son how it is when people get older. I tried to tell him how dif- ficalt it is for grown up folks to pretend the way he was pretending he was an Indian. He looked at me questioningly. • are. Nor should we forget professional friends, the people we work with. In my case, they range from someone like Miss S. , who weighs 84 pounds after a steak dinner, and has a laugh that would knock your fillings' out, to Mrs. 0., who is "the sexiest broad in the school", accord- ing to the kids. As a gentleman, I can only agree with them. Yes, a chap gathers a lot of friends over a few decades. But the two I mentioned earlier are a little special. Bub and Trap. We joined the air force together, drank beer together, sang bawdy songs together, and pursued the fair sex together. We learned to fly together. on one leave, we, hitchhiked to New York to- gether and I can still remember Bub, after a bit of intemperance or something, spewing all over Broadway from the window of a taxi. Broadway has gone steadily downhill since. We went our several ways during the big conflagration, and all managed to stay alive during various hairy inci- dents. - • When we got home from the wars, we got in touch. We were all going to college and funds' were pretty slim, but •••••••••••111. AUGUST 18, 1898 James Cuthill, of Grey, who was away to ,Scotland on a trip, arrived home sate and sound. He made 'the return trip on the Allan Steamer loPomeranium from Glasgow. They were delayed by fog for several days. Miss Ivison of Kippen, sustained a severe and painful disloeatinn of her thumb. She was milking a cow in cramped quarters when the cow kicked and lolocked her thurrib out of joint. Harold Clarkson, son of Charles Clarkson, has secured the..position of principal of Fort McLeod, Alberta's Pub- lic School at a salary, of $1,000 a, year. Miss Teresa Axt wheeled from urich , and spent Sunday with her aunt here, Miss Lizzie Dietz. The mill dam, which broke away last spring at CromaXty, is now undergovng repairs in order to have it ready for the coming season. R.P.Bell Is engin- eering the work. Donald BrIntnell and Ed. Ryckman of Chiselhurst, threshed for John Taylor, 104 bushels of wheat, in 84 minutes. W.L.McLaren of Cremarty hai rented his farm for a term of four years to James Rivers. Thos. E. Hays, has sold to C.Dale, of Hullett, 40.„head of stock steers for which ' he received $44.75, a piece all round. Chas. Wright left here to visit his brother James in Michigan. He goes by Sarnia and intends driving all the way. About 50 persons left here on the harvest excursion and there was a lively time at the station when the train came in. The electric light company are ex- tending the wires 'and poles to Harpur- hey with the view of lighting the resi- dence of H. J.Holmsted. James McMi- chael also intends having hi s residence- , lighted by. electricity. , AUGUST 17, 1923. George Kistner and son, Robert, and Sydney 11(.agy of Manley left for the west to join the army of harvesters. A few of the ladies of the Altar Society at Dublin met at the home of Father Mc- Cardle-on_the eve of his departure for Windsor and gave him an ivory desk set. The ladies of St. Columban presented Father White with a case of silver prior to his leaving the parish. Leo Stephenson, Vern Dale, James THUELL, Arnold Colclough, and Andrew Snell of Constance took in" the Harves- ter's excursion for the west, to help garner in the beautiful harvest. Bayfield's splendid new post office was formally opened by Dr. N.W.Wood, -,MtsseirenemDouglas of Hewn, who,- . has taught so successfulli rniM.SyNcl..1,t o,,jasci Tuckersrriiths, was taken bit ., ,surprise 41: ; „„ , . her home by the entrance scholars of her school who had all passed their entrance examinations. Miss Mary Modeland and Miss Clara Pinkney are attending the Millinery open- ings in Toronto. E. C. McLelland of Fort Francis, was a guest of Major and Mrs. R.S.Hays. Mr. McLelland has beeen appointed manager of the Dupont Street Branch of the Dominion Bank. Geo. Van Horne , who has recently been transferred from Thorndale to.Clinton, is well knowri to many Seaforth people having received his training in the office of Wm. Somerville. The harvest in the Kippen district has been very good, and has been nearly all gathered in and some have started to cut the beans crop. .. Joseph. Moylan ofBeechwood has been engaged as Junior Teacher in' the St. Columban School. A fire broke out in one of the build- ings connected with the . old salt mills in Hensall, presumably from a spark from a passing engine. AUGUST 27,-1948 Seaforth and district sweltered in blistering heat this week. The weather- man promised no immediate relief. After thermometers in certain parts of the country had climbed above 100 de- grees. E. J. Box, Seaforth, who has 54 head of cattle on his farm at the Cairn, west of town, is hauling water from town, a distance of more than a mile. Wilson Allen, well known Hensall trucker, fractured his left arm while loading gravel at McLean's gravel pit east of Hensall. The annual Church picnic of First Presbyteria n Church was held at the Lion's Pool when there was a good atten- dance despite the. heat. Fire, believed to have resulted from an overheated oil stove, threatened the' large frame block in Brucefield. The floor. building store, houses the H.F.Berry and a member of apartments on the second When she fell at her residence, South Main St., Mrs. John L. Smith, suffered a fractured collar bone. she was re- moved to Scott Memorial Hospital. Raymond Mulford .of the staff of the Public School assumed the duties of life guard and instructor .at the Seaforth Lions Park and pool. The work on the. Egmondville bridge is progressing favourably. One third of the cement top has been poured. N. R. Dorrance, former reeve of McKillop; is in London hospital re- ceiving treatment. Peter Gridzak of Kippen, has accep- • ted a position as night foreman for the Bremner Construction Co. of Exeter. Moving of a portion of a large ware- house which has been located at the rear of a lot on Main St. next to the Bank of Commerce attracted a large audience. The building formed a portion of the former Box Furniture Store and was purchased by Harvey MdIIwain who proposes con- verting it into a dwelling house. It was moved onto a lot on the north road ad- • jacent to the residence of Chas.Brodie. The Moving was in charge of Alex Dar- ling, Dublin, with motive power by Bert Boyce's truck. • a! el:ft ',CI: OC