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SEAFORTH, ONTARIO, DECEMBER 16, 1981
creative idea
Sea:0:0h Agricultural Society's roundhouse is one of the few buildings
of its type left in Ontario. But it's also very very close to the local arena.
That proximity could cause problems if it's decided to enlarge the
present arena, or build a new structure on the present site. The
roundhouse, scene of countless fall fair exhibits is an important part of
our local architectural heritage. We'd hate -to see it wrecked because of
our urgent need for an updated arena.
That's why we applaud the suggestion of local councillor Bob Dinsmore
that might lead to a reasonably priced way of salvaging the roundhouse.
Use Katimavik people, the councillor suggests, to dismantle, move and
reconstruct the roundhouse, ideally on other property at the fairgrounds.
The Katimavik crew have been a valuable addition to Seaforth in their
few months here. The local nursery school, where the young people have
worked on the new building and regular ly help su pervise the small fry,
will attest to that. So will the Van Egmond Foundation and Seaforth
Public School who have made very good use of their free labour.
Every effort should be made to get them involved with the roundhouse
too, should moving the heritage building become necessary. It's just the
sort of project the group was designed for. ,
It's reassuring to see Seaforth counCillors looking for such creative
solutions.
Keep clipping
report dealing with the nuclear industry.
then sending each clipping (no postage
stamp required) to either
Marc Lalonde Minister of Energy House of
Commons Ottawa
Pierre Trudeau Prime Minister House of
Commons, Ottawa or
Monique Begin Minister of Health House of
Commons Ottawa.
We know that nuclear spelli disaster, but
does the goyernment KNOW we' know?
They will if you• and I
"Keep on clipping"
Luck Tilston, Manitowaning. POP I NO
To the editor:
There are many Canadians who are very
concerned about our nuclear industry-and its
failure to find a solution to many of its
problems.
What are they doing?
Or do they know what they're doing?
-Serious accidents are blamed on "the ,
human factor".
-Radio-active waste is spilled into our
drinking water.
s -Old Mother Earth bieathes nuclear dust.
An inexpensive waylo show your concern
is to make a habit of clipping from
newspaperS and magazines each news
Something to say
by Susan White
A nuts and bolts
Christmas
We haven't gotten too involved with
Christmas yet at our place,. Oh, I've got
plenty of Christmas spirit; it's one of my
favourite time•; of the year and all that.
But what I don't have is time. Time to
decorate the house (some would argue it
should be cleaned first too), time to put' up
the tree, send the cards to far away friends,
do some baking of our favourite treats.
These aren't choees mind you. They are
things I. to do, when I have time. I hate
to miss doing those things but a recent
discovery helped me feel better about one
thing, the absence of home baked goodies in
Our household this Christmas season.
While rummaging in the cupboard to find
a tin in which to store my nuts and bolts, (1 at
least have that much made) I found a tin half
full of gingerhread people we made last
Christmas. No, I didn't decide to try and
rehabilitate them and serve them up as this
year's , batch. Instead I realized we really
don't eat all that stuff I used to nake and
therefore it's not a life or death recessity
that I make more. t
The bird'i got last year's coOkits, my
family and friends will get, as long al`they
last, nuts and bolts. -
The decorating and the tree are nit so
easily dispensed with. Nothing cheers our
family more' than wreaths on the doors.
bows on the'mantel and a tree in the co er.
Candle light is also nice. It prevents gu is
from seeing the cobwebs in the corner
This year with the help of a friend 1 e
made my own wreath (oh yeah, we'll belie
i it when we see it. say my colleagues,
work). So did my daughter and hers which I:,\
decorated with everything but the kitcheri
sink,, will have a place 'of honour on our
Christmas table.
They're sitting around upstairs adding a
bit of haphazard Christmas atmosphere,
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In the years agone DECEMBER 16,1881
Messrs. Wade Brothers. musical instru-
ment dealers of Seaforth disposed of nine
organs and one piano last week. This looks
like business.
It is stated that James Hayes will oppose
Wm.Grieve for the Reeveship of McKillop.
James R. Aitchison. formerly of the
Expositor office has now assumed sole
control and proprietorship .cif the PaisleN
Advocate. He gets out an interesting, new sy
local paper and so long as he continues to do
so. be will succeed.
John D. Sills. bookkeeper at Messrs.
Broadfoot and Box's. Furniture Factory had a
narrow 'escape from a very serious accident
He was passing through the second storey of
the factory and as it was dark he did not
observe a trapdoor which was Sn front .of him
and he walked into it and fell full force to the
floor below, a distance of about 12 feet. His
hip and back were bruised and he a as
otherwise badly shaken up, but fortunate!)
he received no further injuries.
James McGuffie, who has been a resident
of Seaforth for several years, intends going to
the crowd with Manitoba.
_OF.CEMBER 21, 1906
A.E. Gibson. manager of the Dominion
Bank here, who has been away for some time
on special business for the bank. has
returned. Mr. Gibson has now completed his
outside duties and-is-home to stay and devote
all his time to the Seaforth branch.
William McDougall. fur'dealer of Seaforth,
last week purchased. fifty dollars worth of furs
from D. Quinlan of Egmondville, which he
collected in three weeks. This elevates Dan to
the politica of Champion hunter of Huron and
Perth.
Robert Winter shipped a carload of fine
pigs on Thursday. The price paid the farmers
for them was six cepts per pound. Mr.
Winters is one of the oldest and largest,
shippers of stock in" the county and he has
distributed mer,hnioney among the farmers
in his day.
The Bell Engine Company of Seaforth has
given notice they will again pay a dividend of
seven per cent on the fully paid up capital
who can see what must be done in the country
and will go ahead and do it no matter what the
polls say, no matter how unpopular the move
is. We all agree that we have a lack of vision at
the top.
And Santa. the leader must be someone
with a finely tuned ear to the people's wants,
a real democrat. Everybody agrees they don't
want one of these leaders that runs off
following some foolish dream when the
people want to go in another direction.
Our new leader. Santa, needs to be a
person who is scrupulously honest, not just in
the fact he or she won't dip into the till, but in
what he or she says. We're tired of these
mamby pambies who only say things they
think will win them votes.
But Santa we're all fed up with leaders like
our itirrent one who say things that get
people upset, like those statements about
British Columbia lately. We need a leader
who will only say non-controversial things.
things that make people happy.
Our new leader should be somebody who
listens to our pleas to get governments off
our backs. We, need someone who will get
back to the good old days when government
wasnt' so big.
stock of the comOny. They have paid seven
per cent every year since the company was
organized.
Annie Govenlock, daughter of J.R. Goven,
lock of Seaforth leaves this week for Chicago
to spend the holidays with her brother
William there.
DECEMBER18.1931
Miss Trout. who has beemon sick leave at
her home in StratfoWlias resumed her
duties at the Scott Memorial Hospital,
Seaforth.
As a proof of the wonderfully fine mild
wqather at this late season of the year we
might just mention that Mrs. R.D. Bell of
Hensall has a couple of rose bushes in bloom
in her garden and the flowers are certainly
very beautiful.
Mr. and Mrs. George Eaton, Tom Eaton
and Foster Bennett of Winthrop spent last
Saturday in London. tzt
Mr. and Mrs. Jerry Doerr and Mrs. Fred
Hoegy of McKillop spent Monday at the
home of John Doerr at Gadshill.
Our new leader should be somebody who
listens to us when ` we demand action to
protect us from abuses, that gives us laws to
protect us from unscrupulous businessmen,
loans and subsidies to help keep our
businesses and our farms out of trouble and
provilles cheap mortgages for those of us
trying to buy homes or keep the ones we've
got,:
We need a leader to cut government
spending. Every single one of us realizes the
government is taking too much from us in
taxes. We need a leader like the one down
yonder in the U.S. who is going to cut taxes,
not raise them.
We could model our leader too on that guy
down in Washington because most: Of us
agree it's time to stop being a nation of wimps
and put some backbone in the armed forces. '
We need a leader who will give incentives
to people to go out and get the country
moving again. Take off the burden of heavy
bureaucracy and taxes and those of us Who
have money wi" rush out and try to make
more and in doing so they'll create jobs and
wealth for the rest of us. That's what the
economists (well some of them) tell us.
This leader we've had has been too much of,a
The choir of Turner's church enjoyed its
annual *fowl supper at the home ,9f the
organist, Mrs. Roy Fear of Tuckersinith on
Tuesday of this week.
DECEMBER 21,14956
Police are investigating the theft of S90
from a cash drawer in the office of Henderson
Started Chicks Limited which is believed to
have taken place at noon Friday. •
Provincial Constable Helmar Snell is in
charge. Thetheft occurred when thestaff was
away for lunch and entry is•belieffed to have
been gaiped through a rear entrance.
Glen MeNaughtert and twin daughters;
Susan and. Shirley of Toronte were. weekend
visitors with the farmer's parents, Mr- and
Mrs. Lam MeNaughtou of Cromarty.
Mrs. Wm, Chapman of Seaforth is visiting
with Mr. and Mrs. Rat. McGregor of,
Kippen.
Kenneth Laione, Toronto spent "the
weekend with his parents Mr. and Mrs.
Elmer Larone of Seaforth.
A very successful Christmas concert was
held in the Community Hall, Walton on
Tuesday. Dec. 11 under the auspices of two
McKillop schools, S.S. No. 7 and S.S. NO. 12
Ralph McNichol acted as chairman for the
evening.
pacifist. Welneed somebody who will put
those Ruskies in their place and isn't afraid to
spend a few billion to make sure we have the
weapons to do it. Conscription might be nice
Of course this is the time of year when we
all ask for peace Santa and so we would need
for our leader someone who will want to keep
his coimtrynf peace. who will work hard in
the United Nations and elsewhere to make
sure peace comes to the world.
Of course somebody has to pay for the
things We need from government and the
poor and the middle class can't afford to pay a
cent more so we need a leader who's not
afraid to sock it to the rich. You can hardly
expect that when you've got a millionaire
Prime Minister like we've got. That's what
the economists (well some of them) tell us.
We need a leader who will make Canada a
strong, united country.
We need a leader who will put an end to the
petty bickering between regions and pro-
vinces and Ottawa. If the provinces wapt
more power, then given it to them.
Now Santa, I know this is a tall order. You
might think we came to 'the wrong de-
partment for Christmas. You might think that
what we need is a repeat of the miracle that
started this whole holiday. I don't think it
would do much good to go higher up however.
Remember the last leader he sent to us, we
crucified.
Dear Santa Claus
Well Santa, it's that time of year again and
everybody is asking you for something to
make their Christmas happy so I'm writing to
ask you to make a whole country happy with
but one gift.
You see Santa. I don't know if you've been
listening to the CBC Northern Service latch
but it seems we'll be looking for a new Prime
Minister in the next little while. The
Progressive Conservatives are trying to
decide who will be the first to plunge a knife
into the back of their leader so they eariget on
with the job of finding a new saviour for their
party and the country. Our illustrious.
near-permanent Prime Minister is also
hinting that he might ire-ready to quit. No%%
although for many Canadians that in itself
would be the best Christmas present the)
could wish for, it would leave us in the
position 0 looking for a replacement and
Justin, and the boys just aren't old enough to
succeed to the throne yet.
So dear Santa. if you could look around and
deliver us a news leader to take this country
out of the wilderness it would be much
appreciated. I'll leave the choice up to you but
I've provided a few hints as to what would be
the necessary requirements to make every
body happy with their leader.
Santa, tfie man we need (whoops.-or
woman) must be a person of vision, someone
by Keith Roulston
What we need, Santa, is a leader
Behind the scenes
Misunderstanding, fear and loheliness
Agnes Martin was up early Wednesday
morning. That was the day the local
newspaper came out.
She spent most of the morning downtown,
casually going from store to store and ending
up, lust before 11 a.m., in the beauty salon. ,
It was a satisfying morning for her, though
the rain poured heavy and threatened to
change into snow at any moment.
Everywhere she went, People were taikiii2
about her letter to the editor that bad
appeared in that morning's issue of the
Herald. She was congratulated time and
again about the way she had "socked it" to
that insolent young editor from the city. It
was time somebody put him in his place
and none but Agnes could have done it so
well. Let him put it in his pipe and smoke it.
The editor, meanwhile, had had a rough
Everyone had a task to do on the day
before Christmas. As soon as Papa and Bob
finished the chores, they hitched old Polly
to the cutter and headed to the bush with a
sharp axe.
This was the first year Edward was
"allowed to go with them Papa said he was
old enough. Emily thought she should be
able to go. too. After all, she was only a year
younger than Edward. Mother Said it
wasn't a job for girls, anyway, but Papa
winked. Emily knew she'd be going next
year.
She imagined how exciting it would be to
search through the woods for the perfect
Odds n' ends
by Elaine Townshend
tree for their house, but for the time being.
she was busy helping the younger children' -
make decorations."
First, she threaded 'string through
popped corn and cranberries. Little Theresa
handed-her-first•a•white popcorn ball and
then a cranberry, and soon they had yards
and yards of red and white rope to drape
over the tree branches.
Next she took out the box of pine cones
that she and Edward had gathered in the
fall. She threaded a piece of string through
the top of each and knotted the string•
leaving a loop large enough to fit over the
end of a tree branch. Then she dipped the
tip of each tone into paint - some viers red;
others blue. and a few were white.
Mother helped her form tilt angel from
cotton fluff and add tiny tinsel wings. Ben
-and Theresa were busy colouring with their
crayons. They had pictures of' Christmas
frees, stars. bells and colourful balls. Ben
conk' cut out his own shapes. but Theresa
needed &little help.
Ben alio earlsright stripsiii paper from
last yeast's catalogue. Then he would the
Strips into rings. Once he disappeared into
the kitchen, where Mother was baking. and
came back with a warm gingerbread cookie
for each of them a reward for all their hard
work.
They Were so busy they didn't hear the
cutter pull up outside. Suddenly the door
burst open, and there stood Papa, Bob and
Edward holding the most beautiful pine tree , Emily had-ever seen.
- The tree stood almost 'eight feet tall and
filled a whole corner of the parlour. Papa
anchored the tree. securely in a large bucket
filled with gravel and damp sand. Mother
draped a green cloth around the bucket.
The extra boughs that Papa had
trimmed off were tacked above the arch
between the parlour and the dining room.
The best bOugh was hung on the front door
with a red ribbon and an arrangmen t of
pretty pine cones.
Then Mother said it Emily twined the
red and white rope through the branches,
and Bob and Edward helped Theresa and
Ben hang their pictures and the pine cones
on the boughs. Because she was the
youngest, Theresa got the honour of being
lifted on Pawl's shoulders to place the angel
at the very top of the tree.
One by one the family disappeared,
because the only things missing from the
tree were the gifts. Parcels in all sizes and
shapes were pulled from hiding places in
the woodshed. the attic, the pantry shelves,
bureau drawers and under beds.
Soon the presents were piled under the
tree, and four red stockings. that Mother
had made, were hung. above the fireplace.
Each stocking had a child's name on it. Bob
was too old for Santa Claus. Edward said he
was, too, but he decided to leave his
stocking anyway.
The logs in the hearth had burned to a
rosy glow. mother lit two green candles in-
her best brass holders and placed one in
etch of the parlour' windows.
The whole family Stood back to admire
their creation • the Christmas tree, the
whole room, was a work of art,
Because I write a syndicated column, I've
been put on the hit list of some public
relations outfit in New York. As a result. I
receive a stream of garbage mail containing
fascinating material about some product or
other that is being pushed by the PR firm.
Usually, I spot ft-right away and toss it in
the round filing cabinet without even opening
it.
Today came one of these missives and,
distracted by something else, I had opened
the thing and read a paragraph or two before I
realized it was just another piece of puffery.
It was headed News From: The Hamburg
Group. For release: Immediately. All press
releases say the latter. Anyway. I thought it
would be a pitch for MacDonalds' or a string
quartet. It wasn't. it was a series of little
articles about Hamburg and Germany.
touting that city's great variety of attractions.
Such junk has about as much place in this
column as an account of the origins of
bee-keeping in Basutoland. And I'm suppos-
ed to print it free. What chiinmies these PR
people are.
However. I'd already read enough to hook
me on the first article. entitled: Brewery's
Waste Energy, To Heat Hospital. It didn't
make sense at first. Why Should breweries
Waste energy to heat a hospital" unless
they re trying to make amends to all the
people who wind up in hospital with cirrhosis
of the liver from drinking their poison?
man and smiled.
"You're the new editor of the Herald.
aren't you?" he asked. I've been wanting to
meet you. I've wanted to tell you what a
good job I think you've been doing. You
really seem to care about this God-forsaken
place. Been a long time since we had
someone like you behind the desk!"
The young man was equally uncomfort-
able. All week he hadentertained more than a
few unpleasant thoughts about this lady but
somehow now; •standing on a lonely road in
the pouring rain, she seemed less that the
ogre he'd imagined her to be.
If he could have only known how lonely
she had been,these past few years since her
husband died, how seldom her kids came to
visit, how quiet that big house could get at
night.
But Harry Marshall knew. And like all ,
true keepers of the peace he recognized an
opportunity to do the best deed he could
possibly do that entire day. He invited
Agnes Martin and the editor home for
supper.
From then on, anyone writing letters 'Of
criticism to the editor risked the ire of Mrs.
Martin. And when she passed awilY, the
editbr bravely held back the tears as he
typed out her obituary.
Misunderstanding, fear and loneliness.
They are the Devil's tools. They make us
hate each other.
When all the time, peace on earth is only a
smile away.
I took another look at the heading. spotted
the apostrophe. and now it made sense. A-
brewery will deliver heat and hot water to a
hospital. As part of its brewing process, the
brewery used to end up with's lot of excess
heat that must be cooled before it is released
into the air. Now, instead of being wasted.
that heat will be channeled into the hospital
where it will be put to good use.,
Cost of the deal, equipment and stuff, is
about 400,000 marks, to be assumed by the
city. The debt will be liquidated through the
savings on-energy that would otherwise have
to be purchased.
Are you listening. Labatts, Molsons et al?
Instead of pouring money into sports and all
these phoney ads. about as subtle as kick in
the ribs, indicating that beer-drinking will
make your life, macho. -full of fun and
beautiful girls, in, skimpy swim suits, why
090 Y0441aftinal gio,spitals?
Think OktheAft901P14110,30)19+1
Ain't them Germans.something, though 41f
they didn't sum' a INst, every 'so ofteh and,gbi
clobbered. they'd own half 'the Werld, with
their resourcefulness and hard work.
Last time I saw Hamburg was in 1944, and
One day at a time
by Jim Hagarty
week. His car had cost him more to repair
than he could afford, his landlady had raised
his rent on Friday and a letter from home
had borne the sad tidings that his favourite
cousin was back in the hospital, again andthe
prospects from him didn't look good. That
damned cancer! Why couldn't somebody
find a cure?
And at work, there was lots of trouble. The
paper had lost subscriptions in November
and the publisher had been on the phone
twice that week trying to find out why.
Letters of criticism were still pouring in and
one anonymous caller had suggested he
The Christmas tree in -1901
leave town before he was escorted out.
Still, it was Christmas and thoughts of
home somehow made -it all bearable.
As the young man turned his car onto
Ilighland Avenue, an out-of-the-way street
hardly' anyone ever used, he thought he
noticed a car in the distance with its nose in
the ditch. Though he was expected at a noon
meeting across town, he felt he'd better
investigate.
On his approach. he saw an obviously
distraught, elderly woman,. looking down in
distress at the front wheel of her car. Her
tire was flat and as she swerved into the
ditch, she had come within inches of hitting
a hydro pole.
Working slowly and calmly, though his
mind was at the meeting he was already late
for, the editor changed the woman's tire. ,
With some difficulty, he managed to , back
the stranded car out onto the roadway, while
its owner stood, by, relieved and pleased.
Before the rescue was complete. a police
car pulled up and out stepped big Harry
Marshall, the town's affable chief.
"Having some problems, Mrs. Martin?"
he enquired
"Oh, dear me, yes," she replied. "but
this nice young, man has taken car of
everything."
The chief introduced himself to the young
it was literally hamburg. The RAF had
• firebombed it by night and the 'USAAF had
poundfdit bydtty Unfit it-wai heap of rubble.
I was a prisoner of war and saw it from a train
window on my way to an interrogation centre
in Frankfort.
Forty-odd years later, it has risen from the
ruins like a phoenix, and is a booming, city,
visited by over a million travellers in 1981.
But Hamburg-Schmamburg. I'm not going
to urge my readers to go there. It was the
article on heating that caught my eye.
Aside from the breweries in Canada, this
country has another industry that could
produce enough heat so that, if it were
properly channeled, we could thumb our
collective noses at the Arabs. I'm talking
about • politics.
Town and city councils produce enough hot
air to heat at least one hospitil within their
limits.
Provincial legislatives produce enough hot
air to 'replace half the oil used in their
provinces. -t
And from that/est deposit of natural gas
known as Ottawa iisiierdillY-ehough hot air
to heat Montreal's Olympic Stadium, even
though it has no roof.
relations people, medical associations, schocil
boardt-.
And there's lots more where that come';
from. The squeals of those- caught _with
mortgage to be renewed, the moans o
farmers who are losing their shirts, the
bellows of angry small-businessmen: all
these are wasting energy by .blowing hot air
into our rather frigid climate,lhere to be
dispersed into nothing. '
Add to this all the hot air that is poured into
our telephone lines, that is batted back and
forth over business luncheons and at parties
and over the breakfast table.
It's perfectly simple'. All we need is a
means of bottling the stuff somehow. and
distributing it to the right places. If our
scientists can send a missile to Mars, surely
they can find a method of storing and
channeling the incredible quantities of hot air
that rise in clouds over our country.
- Peter Lougheed might have to cap some of'
his oil wells, but if somebody came up with
the solution. we could not only tell the Arabs
what to do with their oil. We could probably
buy Saudi Arabia.
4 Hamburg. aYbeI see
edwrohpat ahefinseugtgo `tire thsol:h7s;;; -M
teachers and preachers, union leadert
abortionists and anti-abortionists, publ
From my stream of garbage mail
Sugar and spice without going to the outfield or the
Ana that's only touching the ba4t,
By Bill Smiley
-----Tisitilevif`bil the hot air produced th