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SEAFORTH ONTARIO' MAY 20, 1976
Why destroy
A
A lot of people who didn't know
that this is the Canadian Legion's
fiftieth anniversary year have known
. it since tulip time arrived. Tall golden
tulips are blooming in gardens all
. over town, and in towns all over
• Canada, in honour of the Legion's
birthday.
Just as Legion and Legion Auxiliary
members have done their part to
make Seaforth a better place to live,
their birthday symbol has made
Seaforth a brighter, more festive town
this spring.
One of the loveliest of the yellow
tulip flower beds in town was in front
, of the Legion on south Main St. 'We
say was because the thanks that the
Legion got for their attempts- to
beautify the town aren't very
heartening.
Some time Thursday night most of
the tulips in the:Legion bed were cut
off by persons unknown..,"It's just a
crime"', one lady said as she surveyed
the damage over the weekend. And
she's right.
It's a good thing that the whole
community pulled together and
worked so hard on the fund raising
phonathon-twd-dayslater.---Oth-erwtse
the tulip incident would have left
everyone with nothing to show for the
past week but a bad taste in their
mouths.
A' long way down One more woman
Contrary to what we said in a recent
editorial, there has been more than
one woman on Seaforth's town
council. There have been two women
on council; over Seaforth's history,
for as long as there's been a town
council, some 101 years.
Several people straightened us out
* • over the last week and we've now
added the name of Jean Henderson to'-.
that 'slight list, which; as we noted
before, includes our present Mayor,
Betty Cardno.
Mrs. Henderson,who was an active
community worker when she and her
husband owned Seaforth Manor here
in the 1960's was a town councillor in
1967.. She had been a runner-up in the
December, 1966 election and when
councillor. Harry Donaldson resigned
Could you write a pungent, telling essay
on The Human Spirit?
No? Well, that's ' what my senior
students tell me too. But I know tlie'y are
wrong, and I think you are wrong also. I'll
bet you could write a dandy, especially if
you have Jived a lot.
I gave my. students instructions for an
essay. and most of them went ihto a state
of mild shock. They .shouldn't have. They
are dealing with the human spirit, their
own and others. every minute of their
young lives.. •
However, students, like most of us,
prefer things to be spelled out. But how •
can you' spell out .the human spirit?
You can't 'touch it, taste it. smell tt,"
weigh or measure it. You can't peer
through someone'S.---navel—atitt —shout ."
"Tallyho! There it is! Your spirit!"
From the beginnings of thought, our
great' writers and thinkers have explored
the human creature in an effort to pin down
this
Some
sive thing.
PhiloSophers haVe' 'believed they
had put their finger on the slippery little
devil only to find that it has squirted away.
Clerics are more apt to call it, the soul.
Psychologists pin nasty names like id and
ego- and libido on various aspects of it.
Writers give examples of it. A rtists try
to depict its highest aspirations.
The human spirit exists in all of us. It,
along . with, .the power to reason. is,. What
raises .us above the level ' Of 'the beasts .•
'Its presence is allied to all that is good
and great in human kind: loyalty,
integrity, compassion, honor, courage,
dignity.
Its absence repiesents all that is bad in
the human race:irte,, cruelty; prejudice,
indifference, treac try.
Given the right fertilizer, the human
Spirit reaches out to other human spirits,
and mankind moves another inch toward
the stars. •
Without proper nourishment, the human
spirit shrivels or warps, turns in on itself,
"lots, and. Spreads like' 'afratictr.
Tri cerfajti 'periods, the' titidernoUrished
spirit produceS the great psychopaths like
Attila the 1-fun, Napoleon, Hitler, and we
are led into darkness. •
But after•eaeh' of these sombre intervals,
• the resurgent human spirit roars back,
• footing. the dintideS. into a 01A20 of glory;
and once more than is on the Moth.
lifts IS all very Inspiring, tti .§ifre, but
pretty Ostroff, avid I prefer the
'.,`concrete , Lei See if We Cacti find lotion
•
in February, 1967,. she was appointed
to fill that vacancy. -
Mrs.. Henderson didn't let her
name stand for'election to the 1968
council and retired after a year in
office. The 'entire council and the
Mayor, Frank Kling, were acclaimed
in th'at 1968 election.
Our apologies to Mrs. Henderson,
but no doubt 'she would agree with
our hope that Seaforth Women get
, 'more representation over the/next 100
years than they've enjoyed in' 'itce
past.
All that's needed come December
is for some interested ,women to run
for office. We're sure Seaforth
electors would give' them a chance at'
"running things.
examples of the human spirit in action.
When a two-year-old child, normally
good and 'obedient, sticks out his lip and
,flatly refuses to doe something reasonable,
and defies• threats of spankings, he is not
just being stubborn. He is exhibiting, to
the world, his sense of self, of
independence. That is the human spirit.
When an 80 year old man-, or woman,
prefers to pig it alone in poverty and
discomfort, rather than be shuttled off to a
cosy senior citizen's home, he or she is
doing the same:
When a man Or woman has enough guts
to say "Not" at a time when all about are
saying "Yes!” that's the human spririt at
work.
But let's get down to an example we can
all understand. When a man gets up after
his old lady has knocked him down five
times. and advances on her, arms
outstretched, and says: "Darling, let me
explain just once more." that is the human
spirit at its best. "
Don't get this human spirit thing all
mixed up with sentimentality: the coo ing
of a baby, which might be just a gas pain,
the radiant smile of a .bride, which might
be just vanity. Otegloatirfg. No, let's keep
it on a high plain.
Here are the instructions I gave my
students. See how they grab you.
' This essay, is to be an examination of the
iniman spirit (Soul, Self) as it 'act's' and
reads under stress, in inter-play with other
human spirits, in conflict with society.
"The essay should reveal something of
what the student has learned this year from
exposure to the ideas of first-class writers
concerning the human spirit.
"Ideas expressed should not be merely
emotional clap-trap or mystic loofawraw.
Nor should they be a mere recording of
,examples of the human spirit in action,
taken from the books read. They should
rather represent the student's own human
spriit reacting to, the stifnUlus of:what has
been read and pondered:
"Any reasonable 7- and even some
unreasonable — approaches to the topic
will • be encouraged.
"Students may choose %one of the
following exhortations from their glorious
reader:
"Good Luck"
"or
"sat Yont Heart Out."
Aren't you glad you don't take english
froth rite?
Ant6n
by Karl Schuessler
Maybe it's this warm weather. Or the wind
that blows through the row of tall pine trees
acroes the road and sets , up murmuring
sounds„ If I didn't kpow bettfr, I could think I
was standing near a rushing waterfall.
Or maybe it's the highway . that runs right
past my door-.a highway that goes on and on.
It tempts me to get on it and take me where
ever it le.ads.
Or maybe it's tbe gypsy spirit that rises up
in me each spring and wants to make a nomad
out of me. Whatever it is, I have an.itchy heel.
Or better, an itchy foot.
I know that the one hour long program I'm
doing on Gypsies isn't helping things either.
Just the sound of their music, their dancing
feet and campfire stories set my gypsy heart
beating.
Their nomad life stirs up every man, /
weighed down with house, home, car,
furniture and twenty year mortgage. Not even
a one week's summer camping trip--cooking
outside, fishing and moving on--can put to
rest for long the lure of the carefree life. For in
the night of time, every man is a Gypsy.
I hope the Gypsies.never go away. Many of
them have, you know. My neighbour can point
out the spot where they used to camp. Right
down there, in the clearing on the. Thames
River bank, next to their farm lot.
And if they came to the house and wanted
some water, her father would send them to the
well near the road--away from the house. No
sense in having these Gypsies linger on the
back porch step where they could get a lay of
the land. Detect the chicken coop and
orchards and the family garden.
Her father used to warn the children. Stay
away from the Gypsies. They steal children.
And with words like that, the kids stayed close
to house and barn for at least one day, Filled
with terror and wonder, they watched „the
Gypsies from a far-from their darkened
bedroom, windows while the Gypsies danced
and' sang around the dying embers of their
campfire.
But the Gypsies don't come around any
more. That happened over fifty years ago.
They don't camp anymore along the river
flats.
The towns and couc ils keep them on the
mave.Years ago we were all squatters and
sitters and campers--hacking our way in the
May I take this opportunity to express
my thanks to everyone who by volunteering
their time and enthusiasm made our
Phonathon Day such a wonderful success.
It is hard to put into words how much
value volunteered workers can mean to a
community. I'm proud to be pert of a
community that shows how well they can
unite behind a project and make it a
success.
We also need the people who are ready
to dig into their pockets until it hurts! This
A is , what happened in Seaforth on May 1.5!
My thanks also to the people 'of the
surrounding communities that forgot about
artificial boundaries and. oined Seaforth in
our effort to raise money to repair the
arena. •
Betty Cardno
Mayor
it would be an impossible task to
Itchy feet
• forests an.d wilderness. "There was room
enough,for everyone. But now every piece Of
land is taken. It's accounted for. We know .
whO's who: And where's whit. And who's
supposed to be with whatproperty. There's no
land left for Gypsy camps.
More than likely they're stuffed and stifled
into some ghetto of a big city. But they-rand
that spirit of theirs--live on in the 25,000 of
them in Canada. . •
hope the Gypsies never go away, I need ••!
them. I need them to unburden me. To remind
me that there's• someone left in this World who
is 'satisfied with owning only one --suit of
clothes, one pair of shoes and one hat. That
there's someone who is so free of this world's
goods, that he can pack up, and move on ten
minutes notice.
.1 need the Gypsy to tell me all about singing
--and dancing and laughing. And not just in the
good times, either. They Can sing and "dance in
the face' of, death. They taunted and defied
death with laughter and song on the very day
they were loaded up in trucks and led into -
Hitler's gas charnberS:
I need the Gypsies to tell me, they can live
without fences. Good fences don't necessarily
mean good neighbours. Fences don't
necessarily define property. Why, they insist,
must a rabbiebelong to a certain man because
its running on his property? A rabbit is a
rabbit is a rabbit and it belongs to the
bagger--no matter which side of the fence the
rabbit's on.
I need the Gypsy to turn upside down my
values. To remind me that respectibility and 'a
.pile-up of wealth are not the only signs of the
good- life. When I look at the Gypsy in his
tattered clothes, his 'barefoot children with
dirty facese I think I see slum and rot. Yet he
eannd:sm, smile and pity me and say, "only a rich
person and. the gypsy' 'live off the fat of the
la
I need the Gypsy to show me how middle
class I am. How I'm so busy assembling for
myself the fat of this-land, that I don't have.
time to live. I'm sä busy porking up and
redering the fat of this land, that I can't
savour it. I can't taste it.
I need the Gypsy.Yet I no more can run
loose and carefree than he can Stay tied down
and burdened.
I need the Gypsy, I hope he never, goes
away.
personally thank everyone who helped -
make our Phonathon a success Saturday.
Being such a community event as it was,
hundreds of people helped us get over the
goal.
From, the Leo Club. who served
pancakes, to the Optimist Club who picked
up pledges, the CB ere*, the telephone
operators, the women looking after •
refreshments, the entertainers, the clowns,
the merchants who donated prizes-and the
hundreds and hundreds of people who
donated money , you all did your part and
on behalf of the Fund Raising Committee.!
thank you for a "jet) well done!".
It was truly gratifying to see the people
of Seaforth and area make our Phonathon a
success.
Sincerely,
• a Clive Buist
Chairman, Seaforth Community
Centre Fund Raising Committee
MAY 19,1876
Hullett: On the 13th of May, -Mr. Writ.
Carrol plowed on Lot,. 9, Con. 9, Hullett, four
acres in eleven hours. If the.work was well
done, Mr. Carrol may well consider himself a
champion plowman. , .
Tuckersmith: Mr. James McDonald has
sold N farm, Lot 37, Conc. 2 ,; LRS
Tuckersniith to his neighbour Mr. Appleton
Elcoat for $6,800 cash.
1VICKillop: The residence of Mr. Wm.
'GrieVe, Con, 4 of McKillop had a narrow
escape from destruction during the severe
storm of Wednesday morning last. The fluid
struck the chimney of the kitchen shattering it
to pieces. It then passed through the stove,
blowing the doors open, going underneath the
floor and effecting an escape through the
stone, foundation ,wall by throwing a large
stone out of the
Huron Notes: Wm. Burke of Portors Hill is
not yet 27 years of age and has chopped 2500
cords of wood, split 10,000 rails, cut 2,000 saw
logs, peeled 100 cord of tanbark, chopped
forty acres of fallow and logged 35 acres. He
weighs only 160 pounds.
Lightning: A large barn belonging to Mr. S.
Cole on the eleventh of Hullett was struck by
lightning during the storm on Wednesday
morning. The loss wil be about $1,000, the
barn being only recently erected and was
insured.
MAY 17, 1901
Huron Notes: The Blyth. 'council have
offered "a reward of$300 for the apprehension
of the person or persons who have been the
cause of the fires 'in that' village.
Brucefield: Mr. B.R. Higgins' driving
horse became very lame last week, while
driving. He was obliged to take it home on a
stone boat.
Hayfield: Mr. J. Donaldson' left here for
Brute Mines, 'on Tuesday. He goes by Owen
Sound and takes anumber of horses with him.
•Kippen: Mr. John MeNevin is busy
shipping his stock of lumber.
Housecleaners, who have been setting
stoves aside for the season, during the recent
cold spell have had to content themselves with
the smaller compartments of the home, in
order to be sheltered from the elements,
Winthrop: The Winthrop brick and tile
yards are doing fine work this season. Mr.
Govenlock has a rushing gang of men hired
this year. .
MAY 21, 1926
On Wednesday night of last week, fire of
unknown origin .destroyed the home of Mr.
Thomas Wiley of Varna.
One night about a week ago, the garages of
B. Berry, 'Brucefield, E. Epps, Varna, and W.
Westlake, Hayfield were broken into and
considerable goods and some money taken.
MAY-18, 1901
Over $250. was realized from the Penny
Sale held last week by the Women's Hospital
Aid to Scott Memorial.
On Tuesday, Mr. and Mrs. Sol Williams,
Seaforth, will mark their Golden Wedding
Anniversary.
"Hospital Day" commemorating, the birth
of Florence Nightingale, was observed at Scott
Memorial Hospital on Saturday. •
Final returns of the Easter Seal Campaign,
sponsored by Seaforth Lions Club, showed
that $348.70 had- been raised.
Seaforth Council gave its approval to the
Public School Board for the erection and
equipping of a new school to cost not more
than $275,000.
Harry Jacoblea grade 12-student at Seaforth
1Ciistiict High School, has been named by his
fallow pupils as the student leader for the
current year.
Huron Football Association had its spring
meetingslast week to elect officers and draw
up schedules.
• Mr. A.J. Calder 'won fourth prize in the
Perch Derby held recently by Goderich Lions"
Club.
Sugar and Spice
by Bill Smiley
The human spirit
To the editor_
Say thanks to donors
In the Years Agooe