HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1973-09-13, Page 2Sugar and Spice
By Bill Smiley
Bird on a wire
(Photo by A. White)
'SEPTEMBER 16, 1898
Mr. Innis of Stanley, whose bit= was
destroyed by fire a fortnight' ago, has had
to pull down the walls.
David Beacom of Bullet had a narrow
escape from having lost his barn, thir-
teen hundred bushel of grain, etc. The
threshers had completed the work when
the roof was noticed to be on fire. With
great exertions they managed to have it
cOntrOled and no damage was done.
Another of Huron's honored pioneers
ins passed from , this life. We refer
to the death of John McGowan of Stanley.
He was 85 years of age and was born
in the Highlands of Scotland.
Messrs. Alexander Mustard, Robert
Ross Thos. Gerrimill and Wm.Forrest
of Brucefield "are each erecting a large
silo.
essrs. -Cantelon and Mitchell of
Brucefield are shipping large quantities
of apples from this station.
Mrs. Wm. Caldwell, of Hay Town-
ship, had the misfortune. to get the top
of one of her fingers cut off when a heavy
bar of the fence falling and catddng her
finger on the top_ of a tin pail she was
carrying.
Coleman's salt works of Seaforth, are
earning an enviable reputation for their
table and'dalry salt, at the Toronto Exhi-
bition, butter salted with Coleman's Salt
received five prizes.
Wm. McDougall of Egmondville has
purchased the buildings on the Collins
property and is having them removed.
• T. R. Case, of Seaforth, is 'opening a
meat store in Clinton.
The Winthrop cheese factory have
sold their July cheese for 8 cents and
shipped it on Monday last.
The deputy returning -officeisfor the
taking' of the plebiscite vote in Seaforth
have been appointed and are as follow:
,Wm. Elliott, Edward Cash., 0.C.Will-
son, Loftus Stark and John Rankin.
The 33rd Battalion Band will start to
serenade the town to raise funds for
the purpose of providing new instru-
ments.
At Wm. Nieholl's threshing, a part .of
a set of harness was found in his wheat
stack. How it came to be there was a
mystery.
Dr. Cooper of Constance, who has
done a large practice here for many
years has sold to Dr. Waters of Niagara
Falls.
SEPTEMBER 21, 1.923
Alex McKenzie ofKippen is having a
nice, new fence put along the front of his
residence. ..
Rev. Mr. Lundy of Kippen, has treated
himself to 'a new Ford coupe.
'Mrs. Jas. A. Bell of Hensall, had
her collarbone , broken recently when
a horse she was helping to unhitch pinned
her against the wall.
-Wm. Manley of Menleybad a??,
mining peas, l, t wee , ' ' 7
;roc.„,,,.:1.:.1:,„..,, .,,,,,,li4ye, wertIlb.LrqkgPt into the,
Lxpo nor on ce, a Nortnern Spy' and a
Russet, which . were picked last fall in
the orchard of 'John Aitcheson in Mc-
Killop. They were both sound and
firm And of excellent flavour.
One .of the best fields of fall wheat
we " have seen this autumn is on the
farm of Geo. Leonhardt, the blades being
12 inches in length.
Misses Laura Swan and Grace Addison
of Brucefield are attending the school of
Commerce in Clinton.
Mrs. James McKay's Sunday school
class, in Egmondville p resbyterian Church
presented • her with a handsome um-
brella and an address prior to her re- L
moral to her new home in Toronto.
Messrs. James and Douglas Sleethof
Sarnia attended the funeral of their aunt,
Mrs. Andrew Scott.
W. L. Keys. of this town received two
cars of Alberta coal this week, which is
meeting with ready sale. , ,
Ted Merner, who spent the summer
on one of the C.P.R. passenger beats is
spending a short time here before re-
suming his studies . in Toronto Dental
School.
Mr. James Davis has purchased the
residence on Goderich Street formerly
occupied by A. K.'Chittenden.
C. Aberhart of town has completed
the erection of his summer home at
Bayfield. It occupies the finest sit e
in the village.
Mr. Wm. Taylor of Varna, who re-.
cently lost his fine ' buildings by fire,
has already started preparations to re-
build.
SEP1rEMBER 24, 1948.
Death came with startling suddeness
to Keith McPhail McLean, Editor of the
Huron Expositor. Confined to his home
since Wednesday, with an attack of pleurisy
he passed away from a, heart attack. In
his 71st year, Mr. McLean was born in
Seaforth and had spent his entire life in
Seaforth.
When Frederick Lorne Hutchison gra-
duated from Osgoode Hall, about Cie hap-
piest person at the- Convocation was his
84 year old mother, Mrs. F. D. Hut-
chison, formerly of Seaforth.
Friends at the home of Miss Lenore
McCowan when she entertained in honour
of Miss Hazel Coleman, bride elect of
this month, a spelling match was Con-
ducted by Mrs. Alister Broadfoot and Mrs.
John McLean, dressed as negros. She
Was presented with many bentifui gift's.
Mrs. Thos. Barton and Miss Evelyn
Shade of Egmondville, were successful
exhibitors at the Seaforth Fall Fair.
Mrs.R. Dalrymple had a very interest-
ing collection *of artificial flowers and
shells.
Seventy-five neighbors and friends of
Chiselhurst Church met at the °home of
Mrs. J. M. Glenn to honor her daughter
Margaret with a miscellaneous shower.
Mrs. Jane Hood of Tuckersmith cele-
brated her 85th birthday at the home of
her daughter, Mrs. P. McKenzie.
Dr. Everett. Rivers of St. Anitas,
Calif. was a guest lest week of his
parents, Mr. and Mrs.James Rivers.
Miss Shirley Muir left for Brantford
where she will attend school.
Mrs. D. H. Wilsofi and Mrs. H. E.
Smith were in Toronto this week attend-
ing Grand Chapter of the Eastern Star.
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"I guess we'll have to invite them after ell"
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in the rears Agone
Because we are all con-
sumers, none of us are too
ecstatic about the present
high cost of living.How-
ever the high price o'f
meat and other food stuffs
has had one good spin-off.
It has made a lot of people
take another look'at the
farmer.
The man who used to be
a nobody, or worse still
the butt of jokes, has
suddenly become a some-
body. Like the 97-pound
wealkling who picked him-
self up out of the sand,
he is now a force to be
reckoned with.
For the first time in
decades, the farmer has
the opportunity to get an
honest return, for. his work.
As a result he has assumed
status in the community.
Words like hick, rube,
plow-jockey and sod-buster
are fast disappearing.All
of a sudden we have city-
slickers dedicating songs
to the farmer. We haye
sociologists telling us
that the farmer, because
he can readily see and
appreciate the fruits of
his labor, because he is
involved in a job from
beginning to end, has an
Sir: •
I am writing this letter to thank the
"BRAINLESS IDIOT" that broke the pop
bottle on my front lawn.
Monday evening my daughter walked
out on the• lawn and cut the sole of Ker
foot for 8 stitches.
Lately the streets of our town have
been littered nightly with broken pop
bottles and beer bottles. Sunday morning
at approximately 1:45 a.m. I witnessed
bottles being broken at the main !Mere:
section by a number of people. I hope
Sir:
While at ,a cottage in Parry Sound
district I have had time to search the
1882 file of the Huron Signal, and have
discovered therein, on Oct. 6, a very full
account, doubtless also In the Expositor,
of the award to Castramont Farm, Tucker-
smith, as "best farm in Western
Ontario." When writing the James Dick-
son story some months ago, it was known
that Dickson livestock had receieed prizes
at the Provincial Exhibition, but nothing
was available to me at the time regarding
the Agricultural and Arts Association
award of a gold medal mas big as a
$20 gold piece."
Competing farms were in an area known
as Group 3, comprising Wellington, Def-
ferin, Perth, Huron, Grey and Bruce
counties. J. G. Hobson and J. P. Bull were
the judges; they are not otherwise identi-
fied.
They reported that of Dickson's 200
acres 155 were cleared, 45 woodland.
Use of the lanci was described as follows:
fall- wheat 10 acres, spring wheat 13, barley
5, oats 23, peas 6, hay 24, turnips 5,
mangolds 4, carrots.1, summer fallow 10,
pasture 48, orchardi and garden 5.
enviable occupation.Now
instead 'of laughing at
their country cousins, we
have city children who
toast about the fact that
they spent a week or so on
a farm during the summer.
And instead bf heading for
the beach, many city'folk -
are looking for farm vaca-
tions.
Yes, times. have changed;
and as meat and bread are
rationed, or disappear from
our groCery shelves, the
farmer's place in our so-
ciety will climb even ,high-
er. And why not? After all,
the fishermen of Iceland
are among that country's
best paid workers.
a truck-driver in
receives a salary
the doctor in the
too long we have b
ing people'by the
their clothes or t
of their fingernai
high time we learn
straw hats and ove
as respectable as,
suit and brief cas
the tractor as imp
a piece of machine
the limousine.
'Banner)
they are proud of themselves for this,
brave deed, 'you are all real heroes.
In my opinion they do these things
to "bug the cops". Well I would like
to ask these people if they have the
intestinal fortitude to do the job that
the police do.
In closing I would like to say "come
on fellows lets all smarten up and keep
our town clean".
Sincerely,
John Sinnamon.
Including young cattle, there were 40
head on the farm, including 23 pedigreed'
Shorthorns, among them some Pro-
vincial prize cattle. Sheep numbered 37,
including four ewes' and. a ram that were
imported Shropshires . The stables held
26 stalls, with box stalls for '20 more
animals. Much drainage had been done
and good use made of springs encountered.
The judges noted that Mr. Dickson made
more use of leached ashes than most
farmers, and also applied 500 pounds of
salt to the acre. Barley had run 47 bushels
to the acre, oats 51.
"The dwelling," the judges reported,
"is a handsome two-storey brick build-
ing with verandah, surrounded by beauti-
ful lawn and flower plots,, a residence the
proprietor may well feel proud of."
In the recent narrative about James
Dickson, some speculation was indulged in
as to who actually worked his farm,
considering that he was registrar of
Huron and residing In Goderich. The
report of the Agricultural and Arts
judges mentions nobody except the owner.
Something remains to be told.
Sand Bay, ' ve.E.Elliott
When I was much younger and my
children were mere babies, I lived for
the day when my kids would be older. In
those days I believed that once we'd
finished with diapers and toilet training
and measles and babysitters we'd find
life much easier and simpler.
Was I wrong. Boy, was I wrong.
Oh, my children are no longer under-
foot. They don't require My full attention
every waking .hour.. but life is not, as
I'd hoped easier and simpler. If anything
its more difficult and a great deal more
involved than anything I've experienced to
date.
My children like everyone else's have
returned to school. Our oldest son is in
`4" his last year of high school. Our daughter
is in Grade 10 and our youngest son is in
a Grade 2-3 class, They all leave by 8:30
le the morning and I don't see them again -
except maybe for a quick sandwich at
noon - until dinner time in the evening.
Of course while they're •at school, I'm
at work. Generally we all converge on
home about the same time - 5 p.m:- each
evening. And that's when the fun begins.
.. My first job is to beef the.reports.ef
the day's activities, plpeatexendown of all
the probl4stluSaillyleilal. Then I
hear a listing orlhe evening's agenda -
study, social and/or sporting Next I
get a complete briefing on the needs of my
brood - a clean blouse, a pair of pants
shortened, a dozen cookies for the school
bake sale. This is followed closely by
a unison chorus of "What's for supper?
I'm starved."
You get the pictilee. • Our children,
bless their hearts, are involved. They all
enjoy school and like to study - this
requires plenty o f homework, usually
completed while dinner is being prepared
and the dishes done. They are 'all popular
and have manyfriends - this results in club
membership, visits, telephone calls,
meetings, etc. They all consider good
grooming a must - this demands ample
bathroom time plus a good supply of
shampoo, soap and hot water.
In short, once school gets underway
and the autumn activities get into full
swing, my children are suddenly extremely
busy and more and more duties fall to me.
Yep. We're home. Met a chap
yesterday and he said, "Hey, I thought
you were going to 4England . Better get
a hustle on. You go back to work in a
week."
Perhaps should, explain that this
column is written about two weeks in
advance usually or sometimes or
occasionally or when the situation calls for
it.
The last two, for example were written
in London and Chester. I swear I had the
only possible typewriter in Chester. My
wife went out to get some dry-cleaning,
spotted this office supplies place, and
'finagled a typewriter, an old beat-up one,
on loan.
Therefore, by the time you read about
me and the Old Lady living it up on the
Strand, we're actually sitting in the back
yard, swatting mosquitoes.
Which we did. we had left the key
to the house with the neighbours.Neither
they nor lee knew when we'd be home.
You can guess the rest. we pulled
in, absolutely pooped. Neighbours out for
the evening. I tried every window any self-
respecting burglar would have a crack
at. Nothing doing.
We sat in the backyard, surrounded
by luggage, looking and feeling like two
melting ice cream cones, exchanging
quips like, "Weren't none of these mos-
quitoes in Edinburgh."
Boy, it's something to be an inter-
national traveller. Those mosquitoes
bow gracefully before they sink the needle.
It didn't bother me much. Hut it was
almost the last straw for my wife. She
was in a State Of deep depression anyway,
because she'd had to leave the U.K.
You may recall that sh'e fought the
idea of the trip and used every crafty
feminine wile to avoid it.
" Prom the moment I threw het onto the
plane, bodily, She forgot her totten kids,
Since school began, my evenings are far
from my own. I'm busy washing dishes,
cooking, cleaning, sewing, washing,
ironing, hearing Spelling, solving
problems. . . you name it, I'm doing it.
I'm driving ,kids here, picking them •up
there, answering the telephone, shifted
from room to room to accommodate
visitors, needed two places at once ail
the time and three places at once part
of the time.
If I thought my life was hectic when
my family was syoungert I know now
it was a breeze compared to life now
that they're older.
But I must not complain for when
the time comes that my children do not
need me any more, I know I will be
lonesome. I realize that some of the
happiest hours I ever shall spend will be
those times when I'm doing things for
the childien. There's fulfillment in that
for me and I'm content in a harrassed
—kind of way.
I guess what made me acutely aware
of this fact today was, a conversation I
had with a woman who has lost a child e due to an unfortunate illness. • ,,She
expliiined how she'd ,sometimeS felt Used
and abused ,by ,her young _family ,to-the
point that she longed to be free of them
once and for all time.
"I was wrong," she told me in
deepest sincerity. "Now that I am free
I, am lost and listless. There's no
purpose for getting away, no reason to
come back."
This morning I watched a young mother'
with her two small children. She looked
tired and frazzled the way young
mothers sometimes do. As she chased
after her offspring she wailed in time
honored fashion, "I' chin hardly wait until
they are older."
I smiled, knowing full well that when
the children are older she will have just
as much to do, only of a more exhaust-
ing type.
And then, like me, she will probably.
be perfectly at peace with her lot in life
because she will know it is caring for
children which makes them such a prec-
ious commodity to have.
her kitchen floor, the woodwork that
needed cleaning, the rugs andall the rest
of it.
Right new, she's planning next year's
tour of England. Between you and me,
there are a few places in England where
she will be banned, because she had so
much fun.
This is the kid who couldn'tunderstand
why anyone wanted to travel.
Perhaps you read• about those bomb
scares in London. They are blamed on
the Irish Republican Army.
IRA my foot. I planted those bomb
scares in the English 'papers because it
was the only way I could get my wife to
leave the country.
And I don't blame her. She was
asked to a champagne luncheon, whatever
that is, at the Savoy. Without me.
She kissed, or was kissed by, a
Welshamn in Llangollen. Without me.
She walked in Hyde Park with a
Dublin lawyer. Without me.
She had breakfast in bed every morn-
ning. She didn't wash a dish, scrub
a floor, cook a meal for three weeks.
With the help of four bobbles, I
managed to get her on the plane.
From there on it wasn't so bad. It
was a matter of jumping out over the
ocean or landing at the so-called Inter-
national Airport, Terminal 2, Toronto.
It's about even-steven. Personally,
I'd NM?. Li I were flying again, I'd go
through to Winnipeg and take a MIS back
to Toronto. That's how bad No. 2 is.
' Anyway, the Old Lady is hooked.
Already she's sending cards to. Heather.
The Tudor Bar, Westminister Hotel,
Chester, reminlling her that we want some
ice In irthis time.
Next year we go back for sure. Sd
Says Suse. It's a long swim, but I'll
be at Halifax, cheering her as she
takes off.
Second Class Mail Registration Number 0606
Telephone 527-02,4+0
SEAFORTH, ONTARIO, September 13, 1973
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