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In Years Agone
__Child scalded in 1876
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, 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
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' 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.
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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 ..
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.. 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
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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