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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1976-09-02, Page 2Picture taking at old SPS In Years Agone __Child scalded in 1876 , , SEPTEMBER 1,1876 A tittle child, 4 years of age, son of Thos. Cornless of ,•-• McKillop, near Winthrop, was so severely scalded that he died from the effects of his injuries. The gravelling and ballasting of the London, Huron and Bruce Railway is completed as far as Rodgerville and most of the men have gone to Ilderton to complete the work' on the station grounds. Men are now engaged in putting a thick coat of gravel on Main St. of Seaforth. A very serious accident occurred at Granton which resulted in the death of Wm. Mifchell. He was struck by lightning. He was a brother of Mrs. A) Cardno of., this town. Mr. Whitelaw of town has now his new foundry in full working order. Messrs. Armitage and Elliott have sold the Dominion Block, to the Consolidated Bank for $15,000. The Maitland, Bank Cemetery on the concession road leading to Roxboro contains 81/2 acres of land. A number of men under the direction of Mr. Peters of London, h ave been engaged cutting toads, making walks, etc. making it into a parklike place. Messrs., Smithers and Hinchley of Tuckersmith _ threshed on the farm of John B. Henderson, Tuckersmith, 40 bushels of oats in 8 minutes. • . A melancholy and fatal accident occurred at the Kinburn cheese factory by Which an' old gent leman named Alexander. Robinson'tost his life. AUGUST, 0, 1901 Wm. Bender of Zurich has purchased the confectionery stock of Mrs. D. Gottschalk and will run the business at the old stand. J. J. Merner of Zurich who left some months ago for Alberta ,to engage in ranching, has disposed of his stock. D. C. McLean of Kippen made a big sale of fat cattle to Geo. Stanbury for shipment to the old country. fipple buyers are now offering $2.50 a barrel, at Kippen. Much surprise and deep, regret was felt here on it becoming known that Miss Jane Susan, Aitcheson of Roxboro, McKillop, had passed away. The Seaforth Engine Works will make a good display at the Toronto Industrial this year. In 'the lOt was a traction engine, a portable and stationery engine. Wm. Ament of towhAvas driving over the crossing at Dick's Hotel when his horse slipped and a bone in its front leg was broken. The injury was such that the animal had to be shot. A goodly number of the young people of town had a social hop in Ca rdno's Hall. During the evening they presented Arthur S. McLean with an address and nice present, prior to his leaving for the northwest. John Grieve V.S. of town has erected a couple of neat posts in front of his residence on Goderich St. H. Fowler has sold his' farm on the 2nd. concession of Hullett, to John Cart' r for '$3,750. '; ' fl'here were 105 tickets sold'at SeafOrth for Toronto' by people taking advantage of the cheap fare. Wm. Bubolz of Tuckersmith has disposed of his fine farm On the Kippen road to Wm. Oke of Hullett. AUGUST 27, 1926 Ruskin Keys of Stanley Twp. who has been taking a special course in Tordnto is spending some time at- his home on the Babylon Line, before returning to his school' at Timmins. y ,•• ' During the lightning storm which passed over Chiselhurst it hit the barn of F. J. McLean and came down the siding, injuring a sow 'belonging to Sam Gill. Messrs. Shannon, W. Eaton and R. Hogg of Winthrop left for the west on the Harvester's Excursion. The congregation of the United Church, Brucefield, are pleased to learn that Rev. A.W.Bremner has accepted the call that, was extended to 'him. Robert Cooper of Kippen, London Road, has recently purchased the threshing outfit from his .e phew, Wm. R. Cooper, and intends doing his own threshing. Gordon Stewart, Doctor of Dentistry accompanied by his twin sisters, Misses Margery and Mildred of Belleville visited with their cousins, Mr, and Mrs. Gordon Bolton. Misses Gretta Ross and. Gladys Thompson returned on Thursday last froina I in withs trip to England and the continent, Miss Myrtle Sharkey , a graduate of Stratford ' Normal, has accepted a "po sition on the staff of the Port McNichol Public School. , The weatherman was not very kind but an exceptionally good crowd attended the Lions Band Tattoo held in the Driving Park, Seaforth. !!"':•.... AUGUST 31,1951 Residents of Brucefield for 35 years, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Boyes, celebrated their golden wedding day. The members of the family entertained them at dinner at the Little Inn, Bayfield. Mr. and Mrs. Stewart Humphries, Mr. and Mrs. Herb Traviss and Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Bennett attended the C.N.E. A deep lavender seedling gladioli entered, by Tyndall Gladioli Gardens won• an award at the New England Soety show held at Boston, Mass. Fight Cadet J. A. Laudenbach, Seaforth, received his commission as a Pilot Officer in a ceremony held at the tz.C.A.F. Station, Clinton. Re'. John Stapleton, C.S.B. Toronto officiated at the wedding of Marian Theresa Kale, St. Columban when sthe became the bride of Francis Stephen Murray of Walton. an xpositor Since° 1860, Serving the Community First Ablished at SEA:FORTH „ONTARIO„ every Thursday morning by McLEAN BROS. PUBLISHERS LTD. ANDREW Y. McLEAN, Publisher ' SUSAN WHITE; Editor DAVE ROBB, Advertising Manager Member Canadian Community Newspaper Association Ontario Weekly Nespaper Association and Audit Bureau of Circulation Subscription Rates: Canada (in advance) $1 0.00 a Year OutsIde Canada (in advance) $20.00 a Year SINGLE COPIES — 25 CENTS EACH Second Class Mail Registration Number 069 Telephone 527-0240 SEAEORTH, ONTARIO, SEPTEMBER g, 1976 Why the closed meetings? A "s•d" Amen by Karl Schuessler He doesn't need a new car • Recreation is a subject that most of the people of Huron County are interested in, right? That's one reason why county council's development committee's holding meetings on the subject in private just doesn't make sense. The committee is, considering a proposal to set up area recreation in the county; and a request that they funld an area set-up to the tune of $1,000 per. municipality. The, proposal would see area recreation committees, perhaps clustered around the county's five' towns. If Winthrop has the best ball program in the Seaforth areanow, for exarnple, afid Seaforth shines, in its minor soccer activities, under area recreation 'kids from" several places would go where the strongest program was. Several mediocre programs in places close; together could be combined to form one really good program at a central place. This is something of what the recreation proposal' involves. Now, who is better ;equipped than the _public of Huron, the users of recreation, to be in . on these discussions from the start? But they and the press were excluded from a series of information :Bqy, I can't think of anything more harrowing than trying to write a, column sitting at the picnic table in the backyard on a mid-summer day. I envy those writers who have a nice, quiet study, preferably without windows, in which to do their work. No distractions, no disruptiqns. Just the writer and his machine, 'the words pouring onto the clean white paper like sparkling wine onto a white linen tablecloth. It's almost impossible for me to concentrate on turning out a piece of taut, fascinatinecreative prose for more than a minute or two, sitting here today. Too many interruptions. Not only do I not have no windows, if you'll pardon the triple negat ive, it's just one big window, and I can't stop fooking through it. If items possible to turn my head in a 360 degree circle, I would see an entire world, mostly green, in miniature. There's my neighbor, Helen, at the clothesline, Uh-huh. Looks like her granddaughter was here for the weekend. Ten diapers on the line, among the towels and sheets. Doesn't believe in disposables. I dd. . There's a sawing sound across the fence. Wonder what my neighbor, Jim, is working at this fine, sunny day. Better saunter over and check it out .'We'll have a chat about the iniquities of thrown council. Here comes Patsy Woods, a third side neighbor, with her little brother. Bad news. Ope-of-ray,huge oak limbs, about.twO feet in diameter-, the one that hangs right over the house, has a split right up the trunk. Have to go' and .look. Yeah, that's bad, Patsy. have to call George, the tree man, and have it taken down. Pity, but it will provide some excitement for the neighborhood, Right behind me is the big, square, brick house in kfitt lurks .my old lady, -suffering from the miiiinny of all sunburns. Nose like an over-ripe cherry, chest like a peeling boiled beet., Furious because of the way she looks and feels: I don't burn. After a dreadful experience as a kid, when I had to sit for two days and nights in a chair, plastered from head to toe with some concoction of my mother's •nilttrn (vas it baking, powder' or • soda?), 1 :keep iny Wily limbs .. • ci .. Oh, I get what we call a farmer's -tan, forearms, .'face and neck, but the rest of the is white as the driven snow. I don't turn around to look behind me at that listige. Aside from my offering wife inside, there 'is the outgide.Thit beautiful green Vine, so math admired by Visitors, is climbing the brick wail like a giant squid, pulling the' briokg to "One by one, and reetugionally,hurling one downo Just above meetings the county committee has been holding on the propo;.:.41. The invi4ation to the meetings went out to town and township representatives only. illhe development committee was lraid that elected representat' Ives wouldn't speak freely if those who, elect them were in attendance, something is badly out of whack. Government means participation from the ground floor up. The public should be talking and listening at these recreation meetings now, before ail is cut and dried and decided on.' We've said it before and we'll say it again. County council should stop using closed committee meetings as an excuse to keep information from the publit. The only committee meetings ,of any elected body that need to be closed are those dealing with sensitive personnel or legal matters. Years of - working with other , politicians on committees and boards may 'have given many elected representatives the opinion that they know what's best for the public, and that at the appropriate time they'll tell the lucky masses what it is. That isn't enough any more boys! The public wants • in ort. -public business. the back door. At today's rates for repairs, that brickwork will likely cost me more than it cost to build the house, 70-odd years ago. Let's change the subject. In fact, I think break off for a moment, it's so painful. There's the garbage can to bring in. maybe I'll get my seven iron teat of the car trunk and cut some weeds. That's what I use instead of a hoe. There, that's better. My swing was right on today. Kept my head down, my eye on the weed, took a slow back swing, and one whole flower bed is weedless. Also pushed the lawn mower under the spruce tree, to keep the rain off, and picked up the grandkids' inflatable swim pool, which,• after a week sitting there full of rain, grass and bugs, left a big round dead patch in the lawn. Good work, Bill. More distractions. A cheeky black ,squirrel, looking for a. handOut. Dumb Cat rubbing against ply leg, looking for the same. Three ugly grackles, striding splay-footed and insolent, across my lawn, pecking up the fresh grass seed. Ahah / What's that noise, down the lane. Better stroll down and see. Great. A Bell telephone truck and two y oung fellows digging a post hole. Entire neighborhood watches. Machinery digs hole, erects pole with ease. Old timers comment scornfully. Remember when you dug them by hand, with a spoon shovel. Brutal hard work. There's the fire enginelBetter jump in the car and follow. Holy old jumpin' I Why do they let all these crazies folloW the fire truck through town at 50 miles an hour? Somebody might be killed. Wasn't much. Just some dumb housewife let the fat boil over on the stove while she was watching her soap opera. But it might have been a good one, like the old lumber miff last week. That was a dandy. • Should get back to the column. Oh, no. There's the old battleaxe at the back door, wailing, "What are y ou doing out there, just sitting around enjoying yourself, when you know Pre in agony? Least you could do is put a washing through and sweep' the kitchen floor, it's filthy. And you haven't brought me any fresh tea for two hours," Oh, lordy. Who's this pulling up? it can't be. It is. It's those people we met at a party two years ago and insisted with great fervor and sincerity that if they were ever in our neck of the woods, to look us up. Look at ihat. Three kids and a dog. Oh, dear. Perhaps you can understand now why .I hate being a sehOolteacher and having the summer of and having to write my tolumn Out under the trees, Instead of writing it at my desk in mid-vvinter. • Kurt •Liedtke won't trade in his car. I've tried to convince him this is the time of the year. Ail the new fall models are coming out. Super styles. Wouldn't a new car be exactly what he's wanting? But he tells me there's nothing wrong with his car. He's going to keep it for another year to two. He says he likes his car. That's the trouble. I like his car, too. And not just this one. I've liked his last two cars. So much that the minute Kurt traded them in on a new one? I raced down to Charlie's used cat-slot and snapped them up. Why, this last one of Kurt's, this '68 turquoise Plymouth, I bought before they had time to put it up on the car rack and fix it up for the car lot. You see, I don't buy Plymouths. I buy Kurt's ears. He's the best mechanic ever. There's no one around who can fix up a car like Kurt. He didn't go through 'that Volkswagen training school in Germany for nothing. He brought all his car know-how with him when he came to-Canada after the war. Kurt's the sort of man who can train his own apprentic mechanics to make top grades in , their test scores. This Kurt Liedtke--they don't turn out mechanics like him every day. I've never figured out how he can look so fieat all day in the garage—keep his handsome head eflray hair combed and in place and those blue e'S/4s. Iiioking straight at you from a cleanface--and yet#inker all day in grease and tight bolts. A few years ago I warned Kurt about buying that new car.' of his without my approval. Didn't he want to know if I liked the colour, the Make, the model, the interior. He must , know I feel like some sort of heir apparent to his ears. Future owners ought to have some ,,say. But Kurt didn't pay any attention. He Went right on ahead and chose a flashy gold one. Quite an eyestopper after those blue and turquois 'ones I inherited. I've had two years now to work myself upto gold. Now I'm ready for it. I've hinted enough. Told Kurt I've' put 100,000 miles on the '68. The blue . one managed 130,000. And doesn't he hate to see his cars get all rusty along, the fenders ? I, warned Kurt . He'll have to watch his car deteriorate with every mile. It's sort of sad to have to see it--right before his eyes. Because he's the guy who has to fix it. But I wasn't getting any place. I thought I'd tempt Kurt a bit. Let him know how serious I was about getting another car. I tried to threaten him with a Mercedes-Benz. It was going up for sale at an estate auction. Had `only 35,000 miles on it, So what if it was fifteen years old? I was flirting with it. .1 telephoned the garage. Though I'd worry Kurt and ask him if he'd go over the car for me. See what kind of a buy it was. And what did they tell me 'at the garage? They said Kurt was on vacation. He was in' Germany for three weeks--visiting relatives. So that's. how Kurt feels' about my cars! —and his cars! He leaves town and makes me suffer. He doesn't care if I waste lots of time running down Car ads. Seeing dealers. Driving my . Plymouth to baretreads and reducing my V.W. to rusty fenders. Another mechanic• just told me my red rust bucket could throw a rod any minute. Why,-he said that V.W. is so far down the road the only thing left for it is the power of 'pray. Pray, he waid, everytitne you get into it. You'd think things like this would convinc e Kurt to sell his car to me. When Kurt gets back from Germany I'm handingOitt a whole pileful of brochures about *1977 makes, I'm praying he' It fall for a fetching model, a super model he can't live without, And'then maybe, just maybe, Kurt will let loose of his gold. Expositor columnist Bob Trotter, who writes the farm column "One Foot in the Furrow", is head of the journalism department at Conestoga College in Kitchener. He was asked recently by the editor of the staff newsletter there to write his ideas, on "What is a newspaper?" Since •a lot of the questions Mr. Trotter answers are the ones that *Expositor readers may wonder about, we're reprinting his thoughts on what a newspaper's, especially a community newspaper's, role is. akt, ' (By Bob Trotter) That's a big -question to answer in a few words. But one of the illustrations I always use in class concerned the mayor of a small town in which I was woz4king as the editor of the local paper. • A group of people were present, dignitaries (Continued on Page 3) Dear Editor: - On behalf of the many students who found jobs this summer, we'd like to thank those home owners and employers who hired students this year. We at the Manpower Centre• for Students would also like to thank the Huron Expositor for its help in providing publicity to' the problems students have in finding work. Even though many students still did not find jobs, placements through our office were up over 16% and, hopefully, even more students will be succetsful next year. We appreciate the confidence the employers and students placed in us .by using our services. Yours truly, Christina Cann, Sandra Freeman, Sitt Barnes Manpower Centre for Students. Sugar and Spice by Bill Smiley it's hard to write in summer Columnist explains What is a newspaper? To the editor Thanks from, students