HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1975-08-07, Page 2Sugar and Spice
by Bill Smiley
Sitting here , writing a column in
Grandad's office, a pair of shorts, and
nothing else, I would have to work very
hard at it to be anything but peaceful, and
I'm not about to.
Back home, my lawn is burning to a
crisp, my roses are dying for lack of water,
my cat, with any' hick, has left for good,
and some junkie has probably broken into
the house & stolen the colour T.V. I don't
care.
Out there somewhere, people are
hurtling along hot asphalt in the heat,
cursing the obstreperous kids in the back
seat, and wishing they'd never started this
stupid trip.
Elsewhere, guys and dolls all over the
world are hustling and sweating and trying
to impress each other, and pursuing the
everdwindling buck with maniacal inten-
sity of purpose.
Everywhere, politicians are cooking up
new clouts for the next session, or thinking
up new ways of saying: "Maybe yes, and
no, and maybe maybe."
Somewhere, Arabs are killing Jews,and
Jews are killing Arabs, and Christians,, in
time-honoured custom, are killing other
Christians.
Somebody is winning 530,000 "in the
Something-Or-Other-Open with a 24 foot
putt, and somebody else is losing it by
missing-tt four foot putt.
People ate earnestly taking virtually
useless summer courses whiCh will fit them
for practically nothing
Unexpected and unwelcome visitors are
piling in on "old friends." The visitors
unload two surly kids, one illmannered
dog, and announce heartily: "Can't stay
morena coupla days. Thought about gettin'
a motel room but knew you'd be hurt 'f we
didden stay 'thyou." (Sound of old friends'
eyes rolling.)
My son is in Paraguay, South America,
swimming a piranha-infested river, or
slouching through the jungle, kicking
poisonous snakes out of the wasy, or lying
in a native hut, wracked with by malaria.
My only daughter is trapped in a box on
the ninth floor of an appartment building,
in,the heat, with an 18-month hell-on-
wheels boy clutching her sawed-off jeans,
and a little sister in the oven, ready to join
him just about on his second birthday and
oh, dear, isn't it awful.
Imagine having two babies in two years
in these times. (Sound of Gran, gnashing
teeth.(
And about all of these things all the
hurly and the burly, all the muss and the
fuss, all the Niggle and piggle, all of the
ever-lasting human struggle to prove that
god's in His heaven and all's wrong with
the world, or the opposite, I don't. care.
I just don'A give a diddley-dam'. Why
not? Because, at this time and in this place.
I have irrefutable proof that He is in His
heaven, and there ain't nobody who could
improve on the world just as it is, right
now.
It's a cool-hot perfect Canadian day. Hot
sun, cool breeze. Whatever your thermom-
eter says, it's about 83 Fahrenheit here.
I raise my head from the typewriter, and
roses lean toward me, a big, matronly
maple ruffles her bustles in the breeze, like
a lady caught in a body-rub parlor.
On the top rail of the fence, 10 feet away,
two retarded robins are singing, and
making, overtures. A denuded lilac bush is
whispering: "Yes, but wait 'til next year."
Along the back fence, the hollyhocks
stand, not row on row, but in little groups,
muttering together, tossing their head in
the breeze, and looking down their long,
cool shoulders at the upstart blue
delphiniums, which bear a gleam of
miscegenation in their eyes.
Just beyond them is a field of uncut,
late, late hay, bowing an tossing and
rippling and tossing and rippling like a
blonde teenater- who has just discovered
she just might be a beautiful woman.
Raise the eyes but one more degree, and
there, framed in green foliage), is the
deep-blue beauty of the two-mile-wide bay,
with the high, rolling shoreline on the other
side, and the cottages so tiny that you can't
see the squalling, grunting, sweaty
humans in and around them.
Ah, but it's lovely. And peaceful. .And
lonely. Not lonesome, but the good kind of
lonely, when you don't wnat another
human Being, even a loved one, tospoil the
mood.
Maybe that's it. My Loved One is away
down the gravel road, exchanging hyster-
ical tales about their children with an old
school friend.
Grandad, an incorrigible 8 3-year-old, is
out belting around his 40-mile mail route.
This morning, I was a hawk. When I saw
little, the chickens, who were all ,psyched
up, would scuttle, the kids would all
scream with delight: "A hawk! A hawk!"
and the farmer would run •in 'for his
shotgun.
Nobody even noticed this guy. He looked
like a skinny, ancient kite, peering down
for the dead body of a Roman legionnaire,
perhaps: No chickens. No legionnaires (1
haven't paid my dues). It was kind of sad.
Donw in the Bay, there is a big rainbow
trout just waiting to show me some tricks.
Yesterday, I saw two partidge flush just
outside Grandad's "office" window. To-
morrow I'll see three deer standing up by
the fence, looking curious.
Tomorrow care about the world
again, and all the bad things and good
things happening in it.
BLit right now, at this time, in this place,
I don't care. God may be out to lunch, as I
frequently suspect. But whoever is filling
in for Him at this moment is doing one
helluva job, if you'll pardon the expression.
Weather like we had last week
makes everyone pretty hot under the
collar.
It seems that when the
thermometer surpasses the 25 to 30
centimeters mark for days in a row.
complaints and irritations abound.
Friends and relatives were short
tempered.
People came 'into the Expositor
office to let off steam about sins of
omission and commission, more than
usual during the heat wave.
Things that normally would have
been passed by With a shrug of the
shoulders or a "what-do-you-expect"
attitude, were suddenly too much for
people to handle.
A poliCe chief once said that hot
summer days, are a policeman's
curse because domestic quarrels and
eNiten shootings and stabbings
increase dramatically. We didn't
(thank Heavens) have any serious
incidents here but we had a lot of bad
tempered people.
With this in mind, It should
surprise no one that some Detroiters
suddenly found their plight
unbearable and rioted during last
week's hot spell.
The' Detroit riots of 1968 also
occurred.. during. The hot „summer
months.
The French Revolution started with
the taking of the Bastille on July 14,
1789. We don't doubt that othei;
major riots and revolutions also
occurred during hot spells.
One staff worker had the dubious
pleasure of travelling last weekend
and found a train more than an hour
late arriving at the London station.
One man was blocking the way out
to the train platform when the !ast call
was given. Another dressed In a suit
coat came up from behind, pushing
his way forward, and impatiently
told the man to get out of his way; he
was trying to make the train.
The man on ramp, equally put out,
told the man if he had come earlier,
he wouldn't have to be pushing his
way through.
The man proceeded to catch the
train, while the equally respectable
man shouted abuse after him.
The staff worker heard a conductor
on the train tell one young man, if he
had any complaints over the late
train, he could take a bus from the
next stop.
These incidents are typical of the
short-tempers and lack of diplomacy
that 'occurs on hot days.
Perhaps there is a solution to this
dilemma. Offices all can get air
conditioning but that causes other
problems.
People hate to go outside, like one
relative who said she had to hurry
home to her air-conditioning. It still
doesn't prevent people travelling in
and out of an air-conditioned, office
from being irritable, and
bad-humored, as we should know.
Not only were Seaforth residents
short-tempered, like the majority of
people having to function in the
muggy summer heat, but the
Expositor staff found it hard not to be
sharp with, co-workers.
The only solution, we can think
is that everyone put out "Gone to the
Beach" signs and then go.
' When people feel their tempers
rising with the temperatures, they
could say to fellow workers, "See you
at the beach!"
Although this might not be good for
busi ness, it could prevent bad
feelings that last a lifetime.
Does this solution, see .1 logical to
you? Someone else suggested an
afternoonSiesta in the Mexican style:
We could take a break and work again
later in the day.
If these suggestions to beat, the
heat, don't seem sensible, what do
you expect? We thought of them on a
hot summer's day.
-Nancy Andrews
Pickle Time
I've learned a lot these last two
weeks--at one of these principals'
blortgiven at the universities
during
i
he summer.
Now before I go on any further,
let me straighten something out.
I'm not taking the course. I'm
helping to give this course. I say
helping because they're twelve of
us on the staff. And we're
conducting sessions in leadership
training with ,150 school princi-
pals or prospective principals.
That Sunday evening when we
got together for the first time; we
110 a chance, to look each other.
over.. We sipped wine and nibbled
at cheese. We playok a getting-
to-know-you game called Breast-
plate. We wrote our name on a
big sheet of poster paper. And
answered all kinds of questions
about ourselves. We put our
answers in appropriate places on
the paper with our big bold
printing. "
We wrote down when we were
born, at what age we learned to
swim, when we learned the facts
of life, wild our first date was,
what our hobbies were, and
who'd .we go to when we were in
trouble. We named and number-
ed all our family back home. We
told what we thought we were
good in. What our specialities
were that we could share with the
group for the coming weeks.
We wore our breastplates as we
mixed and socialized that evening
And we ended up by putting our
breatplates on the wall. Tacking
them up and hanging out ourselv-
es on this one piece,,,,of paper for
all to see.
I learned a lot from those
' breastplates. And I learned a lot
more in the following days--
through all the give and take.
Teaching's like that. You learn as,
much--or more--than your stu-
dents.
As I say, I learned a, lot these
last ten days. And I learned
plenty these last ten nights, too.
I learned I really don't need
eight hours of sleep each night.
--4)earned- I could get by with
'IWO, pairs of walking shorts and
four tee shirts a week.
I learned always to carry a glass
in my suitcase. When I cam home
for that first weekend, my wife
thought I was eating •sensibly,
when she saw three oranges in
my suitcase. Then she saw the
glass. The bottle, opener. The
cor,Thk,scras etw.
on the extra curricular
program, dear", I said.
We just finished week two. And
as 1 say, I'm learning lots. I'm
learning how to organize bus
tours. How to runt a bus for an
excursion to Grand Bend,,,
I'm learning how. to buy block
ticket seats for theatre plays. I'm
learning how to sell them too.
How to apply people-pressure to
get everyone to go.
I'm learning that a , school
teacher-does get a good salary.
Enough to put a swimming pool in
his backyard. And I learned'that I
can swim in his pool for three
hours without coming out once.
And I'm learning how I haven't
made all that much of myself. Not
stacked up against another staff
man. He works full time' and on
the side, runs a hundred and, fifty
acre farm, operates a private
tennis club, dabbles in real estate
and writes novels in his spare
time--and gets them published.
He paints a pretty oil picture too.
They're hanging all over his
house.
1.-liarned that *1st e'd' I' Wag-,
sixteen again when I played
tennis with his son. I wanted to be
skinny like him, with a good
hitting arm and with a high
ambition to become a tennis bum.
I'm learning how not to get lost
in the crowd when we go on
outings. "Be sure to hang on to
the rope", one of the, teachers
said in a high mocking voice. -
I'm learning how to plan
picnics. And how to plan reunions
How not to let a good relationship,
die. How to arrange a two day get
together next month for our first
annual principals' course reunion
I'm learning. I'm learttng.
Maybe my, mother was right
after all. She usually worried a
lot. Thought I'd learn more after
school than during.
Dear mother! May you rest in
peace. And dear me! May I rest in
one' piece--when this leadership
conference ends in two weeks.
by Karl Schuessler
Amen
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•SEAFORTH, ONTARIO, AUGUST 7, 1975
to the 'Years Agone
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AUGUST 6th, 1875
Mr. O'Brien, of between Tueltersrnith and Hibbert sent us
a hen's egg which measured 61/4 " one way and eight the
other.
Flax pulling commenced at Seaforth on the farm of Wm.
Fowler, Huron Rd.
Messrs, Jas. A. Cline, Thomas Duncan and John Campbell
are attending the airmail meeting of the °Mellows Grand
Lodge, being held in London.
Two young men,•Donald Ross and Robert Sharp, residents
of Stanley Township have been displaying themselves while
making ties for the London, Huron and Bruce Railway. In one
day they made 90 ties and the next day 10k. The work was
done on the farm of Wm. Moffatt.
John Patterson, of Hullett, purchased an apple tree from
the Rochester Nursery and planted it. A few weeks after the
tree blossomed, but the fruit frustrated its design, a few
weeks ago the tree blossomed again.
A little girl, daughter of Mrs. Campbell, widow; hickillop,
broke her ankle while amusing herself-on a swing in the barn.
The rope gave way, and she fell.
A'
Heat rash AUGUST 3rd, 1900 '
James Boyes of TuckeiSmith, after a thorough overhauling
of his thrashing outfit started this season on Monday last.
Wm. Charlesworth 'Sr. had his ankle abrased, while
working at the barn raising of H. Colbert, by a large beam
shoving against Ids leg-
E.C. Coleman's rink composed and James McMichael, F.
Hohn.sted, J. S. Roberts, and E. C. Coleman's skip, won the
counsolation prizes at the London Tournament.
Mr. and Mrs. Alex Stewart of town left for Goderich, where
they sailed on a trip up the, lakes.
James Leatherleud of town has been appointed agent of a
book entitled, "Famous new and Great events of the 19th
Century".
Master Frank Scott, son of Robert Scott of Harpurhey, has
passed a very creditable examination for the High School,
although only 10 years of age.
Robert Armstrong's beautiful residence at Constance was
the scene of a happy event. The guests numbered upwards of
X300, assembled in the barn to trip the light fantastic. The
music for dancing furnished by messrs 'Staples, • Alien;
Britton, Fowler and Berwick,. accompanied on the organ by
Miss Britton: Mrs. Nicklson, Mrs. Sanderson and Misi
Neilens .
The apple packers at Kippen are now busy on their round.
Edward Marchman, of St. Josephs, has taken the contract
to excavate two large cellars for the St. Josephs Wine Co.
Bayfield common resort is becoming more popular each
-year, as is evident by the large numbers of people who come
here.
A gang of men have been working at Dublin putting up
poles for the Bell Telephone Co., extending from the Delaney
corner to the store, where the head office will be.
Misses Maria and Tena Bristow who have been in Haptilton
for the past winter have returned to spend the holidays with
their parents.
Mr. Mowat of Meaford was chosen as the Principal of the
Seaforth Collegiate Institue to succeed, C. Clarkson.
The Huron Football club and the 33rd Regiment Band are
petitioning to have August 13 as Seaforth's Civic Holiday
when they will run an excursion to Berlin where .the Hurons
play the, final game for the championship of Canada.
Beattie Bros. were advertising their' tea at the old price of
28 cent per pound.
During the storm on Sunday afternoon, the hay' barn on the
farmof J. M. Eckert was struck by lightning and burned to
the ground.
Mr. Eckert was in the house but the fire had got a good start.
John Hanis came to help him, but hey had to alert the
Seaforth Fire brigade. A separator belonging to Joseph
Dayman was removed. There were 10 tons of Hay in the barn.
A new stunt on the 8th line of McKillop is berry-picking in
the neighbours bush at five o'clock in the morning.
Mr. W. D. Hopper, of Seaforth is drilling a well for James
Simpson at Winthrop.
T. Drover of Chiselhurst sold a fine shorthorn bull to Burns
Bros. west of Hens all.
Thos. Cairns of Cromarty was badly hurt by being dragged
by a cow. He was taken to his sisters home; Mrs. ,D. Vivian
but haS since returned hbme.
On Wednesday, a stack of oats was struck by lightning on
the farm of Geo Glenn and was completely burned.
Mr. and Mrs. Robert Bell met with a serious accident as
they were returning from Clinton and their car skidded in a
pile of loose gravel andturned into the ditch. Fortunately two
men extricated them.
The home of Mr. and Mrs. W.G.L. Edmunds, Goderich St.
W. was the scene of a quiet but pretty wedding where their
daughter Mary was united in marriage to Dr. David Lloyd
Curtis of Marmora . Rev. W. D. McDowel performed the
ceremony and Miss^M. Scarlett played the wedding march.
The death occurred in Harpurhey of Mr. Robert T. Dodds.
W.T. Thompson has purchased the residence of Miss
Thompson on Victoria St.
Joe Eckert, Scott Howthorne and John McCowan have
refitted Mr., Eckert's thrashing outfit.
The death occurred at the home of her sister, Mrs. J. J.
Cluff, and Mrs. Janr.s L. Murray of *Hamilton. She was the
daughter of the late Alexander Scott of Seaforth and was born
in Harpurhey 66 years ago.
AUGUST 4th, 1950
Construction of a new hydro transformer station' is
proceeding rapidly, a mile and a quarter east of Seaforth.
While playing in a barn at the farm of her father, John L
Malone, Sheila fell and suffered a fractured elbow.
Mrs. F. W. Wigg while walking on Main St. slipped and in
the fall broke her arm.
Farming throughout the district at Seaforth, has came to a
complete standstill as torrential rains have truned harvest
fields into mires.
Mrs. Mae Dorrance of town, Mrs. M.H. McKenzie of
Oshawa and Jack Dorrance of St. Catharines, are off on a
motor trip to the Canadian west.
Mr. and Mrs. Carman Rowcliffe have moved into their new
residence on Goderich St. recently purchased from Mr. E.
Ironside. -
Wm. Ament suffered cuts and bruises when he tipped over
some boards on the floor of his garage. He war removed to
Scott Memorial Hospital.
Sam Pethick of Winthrop has returned home from an
extended 'trip to British Columbia.
Miss Shirley Bennett and Joyce Oliver have returned from
a trip to Ottawa.
Irwin Leonhard:t of Brodhagen had the tips and two fmgers
injuted on the saw in his work shop and was treated at
Stratford General Hospital.
A pretty summer wedding took place at St. Patrick's
Church, Dublin, where Marie Louise Evans was married to
John Joseph Cleary' of Chatham,
Seaforth High School girls have taken up rifle shooting and
are on a par with the boys. They are Phyllis Boyes, Mary
Boswell and Yvonne Bolton.
Speculation that there may be oil beneath the Hay adn
Stephen swamp is being put to the tat. -
Friends and neighbours gathered at No. 10 Stanley School
to honour Mr. R. S. ninft, who was prior to het marriage Miss
Amy. Aikenhead of Btucefield,
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