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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1976-09-23, Page 2• •q; • • A1,14,(Ohed.' itt SF: fORT a „Don't , need A bombs SEAFOATH, ONTARIO, SEPTEMBER 23, 1976 ONTARIO, every Thursday morning by McLEAN BROS. PUBLISHERS LTD, ANDREW Y, MoLEAN, Publisher SUSAN WHITE, Editor DAVE ROBB, Advertising Manager Member Canadian Community Newspaper Association Ontario Weekly Nespaper Association and Audilliureau of Circulation Subscription Rates: Canada (in advance) $10.00 a Year Outside Canada (in advance) $20.00 a Year SINGLE COPIES — 25 CENTS EACH Second Class Mail Registration Number 0696 Telephone 527-0240 Si. nee 1860, Serving the Conunuilityfirst Canada's decision to cease nuclear cooperation with India may be unfortunate in that it Will cause temporary --- strains in relations between Ottawa and New Delhi. Yet it was a wise and necessary move. The Indian Government had used Canadian technical assistance 'to make nuclear devices -- or an atomic bomb, to put it mare crudely. The Canadian decision is a reminder to all that nuclear bombs remain to this. day one of man's greatest follies. It was said in 19:74 •when India tested its first atomic device that it was merely an experiment. Y et it proved that India could make atomic bombs. The last thing the needy population of India wants are costly and wasteful nuclear weapons. Mankind has foolishly got itself Into a corner where the size of nuclear and thermonuclear bombs has become a status syMbol. The military establishments of the two super powers, the United States and the Soviet Union, have grown to enormous proportions. "The U.S. defense budget now tops $100 billion. Between ' them, the super powers spend Well over $200 billion a year on arms and other defense expenditures., That figure represents 40 years of World• Bank loans to the Canada is End of summer, and it's piggytime in most of Canada. You kno,w what I mean. Don't tell me you haven't laid a cob of corn, slathered in butter, across your _face. recently. For most of the year, in this northern clime, we must content ourselves with produce grown either in greenhouses or in the States, and it's about as tasty as an old rubber boot. Oh, it looks great on the supermarket stands. Sock the sprinkler to it several times a day, and the junk looks crisp and ftesh. But the celery tarts much like .the lettuce, the turnips much like the potatoes, the oranges, picked green, much like the grapefruit. And those pale pink tomatoes in their neat cellophane packages, taste like nothing at all; But for one glorious, short burst, Candians can live like gourmets, gourmands, or, gluttons, as they choose. • First come those slim green onions, fresh out of the soil. They are so crisp and zitigy they don't even seem to be distant relatives of the limp bunches we buy in the winter. Then the trickle turns to a stream as the baby potatoes appear and the fat juicy strawberries, and the mouth-watering raspberries a bit later, and right along the cruncy green, and yellow beans, fresh- picked. And then, perhaps the greatest treasure of them all, real tomatoes, plump and firm and sun-kissed, with a • flavor surely designed by the gods themselves. They are no more like that imported trash than a 'sexy kiss is like''a pat on the back. Had I the talent, I would write an ode to the lowly tomato. A friend of ours who has. a small farm brought a basket of his beauties around the other day. I pat them in the kitchen, went out to his truck to chat for a minute. Came back in and caught my wife leaning over the kitchen sink, skihbeting, as she wolfed 'them down, a tomato' one hand, salt Shaker in the other. Ii,had to lock her in the basement for a while; or she'd have cleaned up the whole basket,, And' then, of course, there are the cuctintherS,, so fresh they almost snap. back at, yoti-When you bite into a slice. Into AttgliSt and the piece de resistance ette:44,cat tVireet writ. It must , be 'freslivickedA and , net boiled too long, • tather'lit withbatter,:get your head down, tuiSe citit of the• Way, and go td it. My hieatt gots 040' those people Whose With are ScrWeili doitlier so inset ire that they caret eat Born off the doh . The only ,;thing Worse Would be to be :144 tent, '!Some• 'of the' most treasured are connected with corn, When I was a kid; We nied.P it; dal..if,: Oirei ,tht' fence into 'somebody's, garden, stuff the. shirts. with corn; and' back over -the fence, hearts , pounding 'Waiting for the. shout or the off to the 'sandpit, developing nations at .the current annual rate of lending. Unfortunately, the super powers believe that they can afford to splurge these vast sums on weaponry. But of• course they can't. , And India' certainly can't. No nation can afford the .folly of the nuclear arms race. India's decision to explode a bomb two years ago was as much of a mistake, as was the move by the great powers to begin building and blasting ever bigger nuclear bombs from the mid-1940s onward. The Indian bomb perhaps had one beneficial effect. It reminded us all that we live in an interdependent world and if India cannot really afford to make bombi because of her poverty, other nations cannot afford them either for quite another reason' -- for they are the guardians today of human survival in a civilized world. While national boundaries are merely conveniences that tend to keep some nations rich and others poorer, Governments will continue manufacturing grisly status symbols such as Atom bombs. Only when we move closer to the one world concept that so many dream of will th nations of the earth accept greater trust instead of larger bombs as the lever toward a more just human •saciety. (United Church) vegetables fire, and gorge. We didn't use .a knife to spread the, butter on. One of the gang would have filched a pound of butter from "the family fridge. Put the butter in an empty can, melt it over the fire, then just stick the , whole cob into the can. Another memory is of swiping corn from our own gardens, and taking it down to the "jungle" by the railway tracks, where the hobos lived in summer. Then a royal feast, lying back afterwards and choking over the hand-rolled smokes the unemployed rail- riders would give us kids. As a skinny 13-year-old, I set a family record by going through 13 cobs, of corn at a single sitting. In those days, you didn't fool around with corn, using it as a side-dish, along with cold meat, potato ' salad and other nonsense. If you had corn for slipper, you had corn -- until it was coming out your ears. The only thing that interfered with the eating was having to come up for air once in a while. Before this column gets too corny, let's get back to that cornucopia of succulence the average Canadian can slurp through for a couple of ineffably delirious months of gluttony. Right along with the corn come the peaches. I just had three for breakfast, peeled, sliced, sugared and covered with cream. My wife worked as a peach-picker when she was a student, and she has an eagle eye for the best, firm, ripe, juice-spirting. And vihaf is more delectable than a fresh, ripe pear? You need a bib to eat them, and I say "them" advisably. Anyone, who eats only one pear at a time is not a true Canadian. - Plums. Buttered beets. Boiled new potatoes. Butternut squash. If you see a few stains „on the paper as you read this, don't be alarmed. It is just drool. You can take your grapes and squash them, You can take y Our bananas and stuff them, Who needs meat? Just set me down at a table, preferably the picnic table in the backyard, with -the sun slanting in from the west. Then set before me a plate of new potatoes, boiled in their skins, and half a dozen cobs of just-shucked corn, and a pound' of butter. On a side plate , one ripe tomato, cut in thick slices, half a.young cucumber, cut in thin slices, sir or eight'slim green onions, the whole resting on a bed of that dark-green lettuce fresh" from the garden. Salt and pepper and a little 'vinegar within reach. Then stand well back. Or better still, don your kite-Wester. There is going to be a lot of juice flying. Show, me a dinner of Canada's finest produce about' the end of August, And wolildn't trade it for the &it biotic.•meal in the most elegatit restaurant in' Paris, Even • the Mind slobbers a little, in retrcis,ect, It's one thing in life to make an ash of yourself by accident - fall asleep smoking in bed or get yourself purged in some other fiery furnace. But to make an ash of yourself by design - when you're dead - now that's another matter. That's something I want to avoid. If you haven't guessed already, I don't like cremation. The thought of me - the final me - going up in smoke turns me off. Just sink me in the earth slowly and let me take years -to go all to pieces. • That's one thing I like about the country - all those church cemeteries standing right next to the church., They seem to say we have time. We're in no hurry. We have space to let you rest in peace. We're not eager to reduce you to one seall metal box and shelve you into a slot drawer in some museum-like cavern. Oh, I know all the advantages of delivering my body to be burned. It's economical. It's tidy. It's spacesaving. Efficient, Fast. But still,. I'll leave all those good reasons With the crowded and pojulated cities. the country way. With a 'good decent burial, the whole body burial. I say this because I read an item in a church newspaper. It Seems an Anglican, clergyman in Yorkshire, England was greatly distressed when he received a member of his through the mail', . When -he opened up the morning mail, he discovered the remains of an elderly woman - due for burial in the local churchyard. Now, the mortician in London certainly had efficiency on his side. He was a good steward 'of time and money. The shipping of the small metal box containing the ashes only Cost him $3,70. But the clergyman objected. He said in May I take this opportunity to rectify an error that appeared in your paper through no fault of yours. I am referring to 'the article on my appointment to an Advisory Provincial Council covering Firefighters Bravery. In it they said that I am a former Fire Chief and this is not correct. It would appear that they had that fact mixed up with my Dad who had the same name. Originally they asked for information , on the 4 generations of the Sills family in the Seaforth Fire Brigade and perhaps didn't follow it through. I was on the Brigade for 23 years, served, in different capacities but never as Chief. Our 'grandfather, our father and• my brother Der were all chiefs. If you add up. To the editor I am disheartened and angered. At the Blyth Threshers Reunion and at our own local Seaforth Fair a group called "Pro,Life" set up a booth. In thdir displiy they employed the method of realism in discouraging pro-abortion sentiments. Pickled fetus were on display with the fainous picture of the "fetus in the garbage can" accompanying it. I am not condemning this group for their issue, although I believe abortions should be decided freely upon between 'a patient and 'her doctor. it should not be a political matter to be decided upon by' politicians. How can the convenor of this booth have England more and more undertakers were shipping remains through the mail. And he said he found the practice degrading and distasteful. • Yuk. So do I. For 'years now I've gathered up all sorts of good reasons why I prefer burial. The best one, of course, is the testimony 'to the Christian belief in the resurrection of the body. From kids on, we're taught the soul leaves the body after death. It's the 'soul that counts. The body's a wasteland and it doesn't matter too much what happens to it. The Greeks may have thought that way. But our Hebrew tradition is more body oriented. More materialistic. It never made such neat distinction's between body and '.soul. It saw theni as one, quite inseparable. The body counts. The body matters. Matter matters. So at death I'm not shuffling off some mortal coil, al Shakespeare said. I'm not getting rid of the inconsequential and freeing myself from my embodied prison. And now this Anglican clergyman is giving me one more good reason for body burial. I'm not taking any chances I'll be delivered in the mail. I'm not going to let my mail lady Minnie Vock lean on her horn and go beep, beep, beep -yea] loud-like when the package is too big for the mail box. She won't get my wife to run outside and sign for a package• of registered mail and then find out trie None of that. I'm telling my wife and friends and relatives hOw I want to go. Then I won't have to take the advice of the good parson gave to his parishioners in the church newspaper. He told them to specify in their wills that they "not be sent by registered post for burial." their service with our Uncle Charley, our brother Tom, my son Jim and my own you will find that the, family has served• 162 years. Jim is still serving so in all likelihood it will be longer. Incidentally some of the other information in the article is taken from a write up of 10 years ago but it is substantially correct:- . Thank youfor this opportunity of clearing up the misinformation because I don't wish to have tlieamimunity and particularly old friends on former and present brigades think that I ain flying - under false colours. Thank you. Yours sincerely, any conscience when using these bodies to stress a point? Has no one the eyes to see that this approach is disgrabefu,l, and hypocritical to the "cause"? Can no one see the fear and repulsion on the children's faces when they suddenly have this sight thrust upon them? Although not a parent I tun concerned at this being shown to young children. This is not a display to be allowed at our fairs. is-there no one who has the courage to say no to this sort of display? Are there no concerned ,parents in Seaforth? R. Hamilton. ears AgOne o the elect' ieS447$eg*th 114:reT9tletlgeted Ihtuttop. McMillan ' by the inagolfigiept majority of L144, the greatertiI4tr eAistetyethe„ riding over. tc9ns9 o Andrew .Ricks.. The crputatty Historical Society held their first • floWer show in the club rooms. Mr. Rutty of Seaforth Scotland, motored to Walkerton and visited Rev, and wmarMss.rt.4istae.njGclu,41vIgh:rt.xj,,naymes Scott, with their relations from 'Mrs. J. L. Dorsey,,of Duluth is here to attend the ..'weddeinogrtoh. fher brother, Geo, Holland to Mice Corbett „ ,of Seaforth. About 25 of the girl friends of Miss GlOys Addison gathered to her home at Brucefield, to spend few hours npurirosret.o her leaving for Ordlia where she will train fora Wm. Duggan of town brought into the Expositor office several large leaves taken from tobacco plants, one of which measured 36" long, by 19" across. Last Thursday evening the Seaforth' Lions Club held the regular bi-monthly meeting at the. Commercial Hotel. Lion Dr. Chas. McKay presented the brick' cottage, with 'a half acre of land. Mr. and Mrs. G.D.Ferguson returned on Tuesday from a trip to the west. Mrs.-James Sproat of Egmendville was called to Detroit owing to the illness of her daughter, Mrs. Horton. The-many friends of Wm, McDougall regret to leatl that he fractured his hip in a fall .at his home in Egmondville. Geo, Stewari left this week for Toronto where he will take a position with Gunn, Langlois, Ltd. J. F. Daly, the local Ford agent, sold his. 100th car this season. 65 were new cars. H e took over the Ford agency in 1910. SEPTEMBER 21, 1951 Eleven year old Rose Mary Lane, of McKillop escaped with bruises when she was trampled by a 1500 pound Clydesdale which she was exhibiting at the Stratford Fall Fair. -She was knocked down and the horses foot calEel down on her leg and arm. Northside United Church choir in an impressive dedication sery ice on Sunday morning received new gowns in a pretty shade of blue. Rev. D,A.McMillan the Western Fair. civioncluiwiciotaeprdt. mthcecaSielry ice. graveside service at the funeral of Geo: H. Stephenson. bir4hid.aRyichard Winter of St. Catherines was a welcome visitor's at the Expositor Office. He had been attending have moved to the home of Mr. Bert McClure in Bannockburn Pipe Band led the funeral procession. Joseph Warden of Staffs, celebrated his 90th Seaforth Branch of the' Canadian Legion conducted Mrs. Margaret Broadfoot and Miss Belle McClure • • and Allan Searle were on a motor trip to the Canadian West in search of stocker cattle. Mrs. J. B. Russell, Mrs, W. J., ThompSon, Mrs.J. C. Greig andMiss M.' P. Patterson were in" Goderich attending the afternoon service held at North St. Church, when Miss Ida White Reg. N. was honored on her leaving for service in the church. Ronald Sills left for Windsor where hefrvi attend Assumption College. Following an illness of over four years, Fred. A. Ennis, resident of Walton, passed away in 'his 71st --- year, Mrs. Geo. Eaton, Mrs. James Barron and Mrs. Alex Cuthill attended McKillop. Schoiil Fair.. SEPTEMBER 20, 1901 'At the last meeting of the Pmblic Library Board, Miss Emma McIntosh of Brucefield was appointed librarian. The library-will be placed in the Post Office. Andrew Swan, one of the pioneer farmers of Stanley, died at his home adjoining the village having reached the good age of 78 years. He was born in Edinburgh, S Gotland. MisS Isabelle Cottle of Farquhar is the proud possessor of a new organ. At the assizes court in - Goderich, Mrs. Burns of Bayfield was given damages to extent of $350. and costs against W. J. Clark of Seafoi-th. This was for an act of malicious presentations Miss Robinson of Harpurhey left with us some delicious peaches which grew on a tree in her garden. Dr. Beldon has disposed of his dental practice Of F. W. Tweddle,,late of Brusseli. Dr. Befdon intends going to Toronto. The town flag was flying at half mast as a token of respect for the late President McKinley, Messrs. Chas. Stewart and Allie Bethune of New York, are here on a visit to their parents and friends. Mr. and Mrs. M. Y. McLean were in Buffalo taking in the sights at the Pan American'. D. J. McCallum, who has been bohickeeper for the Stewart Milling Company, has purchased an interest in the business John R. Hogg, Mathematical master in the Collegiate Institute here left for Boston where he will take up post graduate work at Harvard University. A carload of hogs was shipped from here by Geo, Chesney and Robert Winter which represented over $2,000. A young boy named Constable employed in R.R.Clark's sawmill had two fingers taken off by a saw. John Dale Jr., -Huron Road, • Tuckersmith at Alma, had five horses killed by the train. The horses were pasturing in a field near the track and had got through the fence and were struck by the late express at night. The people of Cavan Church, Winthrop were pleased to. see their minister Rev. Peter Musgrove back again after a severe illness. Miss Ida McSpadden of Winthrop has returned• from Toronto where she attended the Exposition. Miss ' Sammie returned with her. Robert Bonthron of Hensall, left for Boissevain, Manitoba where he intends assisting his sister, Mrs. E. Nichol who is engaged in the Mercantile business. MeSsrs. A. Yungb lut, James Bonthron, Cornelius Cook and Abner Johnston returned from Buffalo where they attended the Pan American. SEPTEMBER 22, 1876 Seaforth- wants a new town hall for public meetings, r lectures and entertainments. The present room is quite unfit for such purposes. The better policy would be to pull down the .old market house and erect an entirely newthp tcAop. firm onrtu yil Calder, d ioi nfn gt reayburned out diStrict to Adam Gray, of photographer,8zscott. has . disposed of his We understand that Mrs. Griffith has sold her property to Messrs. Jones and Rowcliffe. Geo, Thompson has rented his farm Lot 20, Con. 14, McKillop to Frank Grieves for five years. The new Methodist Church 'on the 9th con, of McKillop, near. Winthrop will be opened on Oct. 1st. A serious accident occurred on the farm of Henry Hudson. A man named Chas., Troyer was engaged in working a threshiRg machine, when his arm became entangled in 'the gedring in such a way as amputation w(is necessary. Allah Mitchell announces this week that he has opened out a general store in the ,block opposite the C°Titibthe ehroctieall pHroOtpeeLtty'of Mr. Powell together with the stable:; two tOtg adjoining Were sold by atietitni to a '; Fitirley of Strathroy for $7,500., Iles got to be out! Amen by Karl Sclitiessler Avoid making an ash of yourself A L. Sugar and Spice by Bill Smiley To the editor, Sets record straight on fire service Reader objects to display • Write your o the editor today , 0