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TODAY'S CHILD
BY HELEN ALLEN
THE TORONTO S51jA SYNDICATE
Anglo-Saxon in descent, Ted, 7 years old, is healthy, slimly
built, active and wiry. He has , brown eyes, blonde hair and
medium fair complexion. He is a happy-go-lucky boy with a
tendency' to try to forget unpleasant experiences.
Like most children his age, Ted loves the outdoors. He has
been camping and can hardly wait to go again. He likes
swimming and riding his bike. During crisp fall daysthe spent a
lot of time at football and he plays hockey in the driveway, since
he doesn't Skate yet.
Ted is in Grade 1, not working up to his potential at the
;moment. He appears to need extra attention in the classroom.
He has a good imagination, gets on well with his classmates and
has many friends.
Happy, outgoing Ted needs warm, involved parents in a home
where the atmosphere is at once stimulating and relaxed. It will
be best if he can be the youngest in the family.
To inquire about adopting Ted, please write to Today's Child,
Ministry of Community and Social Services, Box 888, Station K,
Toronto M4P 2H2. For general adoption information, please
contact your local Children's Aid Society.
LOVES THE OUTDOORS
tipper Canada revisited
Christmas Cheer among the .earliest
pioneers in Upper Canada (Ontario) varied
greatly, for what we think of as Christmas.
fare ow4s very scant.
In the earliest period before the War of
1812, salt pork, potatoes and Indian corn
were the only supplies available, To obtain
flour, the settler's grain had to be carried
— often on his back — to a distant mill for
grinding. Children were fed porridge made
from Indian corn, boiled sometimes for a
whole day to produce a soft mush. Oc-
casionally the settlers were able to shoot
partridge, pigeon or game, but powder and
shot were scarce, and fish, while plentiful,
took time to catch.
With little or no fencing, chickens and
livestock could not be kept because of the
all - enclosing forest, into which they were
likely to stray and be lost.
As for the quality of pioneer cooking,
Dr, William Dunlop, the "Backwoodsman",
who wrote one of the earliest accounts of
life in Canada, quotes the old saw: "God
sends meat and 'the devil cooks". Not sur-
prising, since without cold storage
facilities, butter, milk and cheese soon
became rancid.
As the years passed and conditions im-
proved, holiday fare became more plen-
tiful. Ann Langton, in her journal (publish-
ed as "A Gentlewoman in Upper Canada")
describes a Christmas party in 1838, just a
year after the Rebellion, Ann tells of "pop-
ping three plum puddings into the pot" for a
holiday dinner, which included "soup, boil-
ed pork (the national dish), roast goose,
chicken pie and vegetables, with a second
course of plum pudding; apple tart and a
trifle."
Winters were really cold in those early
days. The winter of 1833, the mercury froze
in the thermometer, which touched 40
below zero. But travel on Upper Canada's
primitive roads was better when they were
snow-packed.
And Christmas visiting was popular,
the snugly dressed guests arriving in
sleighs or even in wagon boxes mounted on
runners. . . . and fi plaque for ny saying 'Office of the Prime Minister.""
Bethlehem
In the West's first settlement at Red
River (now Winnipeg), the Scots, whom
Lord Selkirk brought there in 1812,
celebrated the Christmas feast as a close-
knit community.
It was here that "Hurl",played by teams
between goals on the ice, using sticks and a
ball, not a puck, is supposed to have marked
the origin of hockey in Canada, In the even-
ing everyone danced to the bagpipes.
Not until 1820 was the Christmas season
celebrated as a religious festival in the two
mission churches (French-Catholic and
English-Protestant). But Red River folk
saw bad times in the Christmas of 1821,
when each person in the settlement was
rationed to one pint of wheat a day, boiled
into a thin soup.
By 1831, Joseph James Hargrave was
able to describe a happier Christmas, for
When the west was young
now Red River was a well-established Hud-
son's Bay Company post. For months
before the holiday, loaded dog teams were
bringing an abundande of supplies into the
trading stores of Fort Garry - even the car-
cass of a bear.
Christmas dinner was served in the
Fort's great hall. On the long table were
smoking roasts of beef, unborn buffalo calf
(boiled whole), a gourmet delicacy,
besides every kind of vegetable.
T he dinner ended with "fur trade" pud-
ding, as near to the traditional English
plum pudding as could be achieved con-
sidering the shortage of currants and
raisins. Sometimes dried Saskatoon berries
were substituted.
"Let us drink to absent friends," was
the only toast of these folk so far removed
from the people and places they loved.,
Ghoss of Christmas past
When there are no kids around,
Christmas loses a lot of its ex-
citement, At least that's the way
it seems around our house this
year.
We've always had a family
Christmas, most often at the
farm of the grandparents. Those
were great old traditional
festivities.
We drove to the farm; left the
car at the highway and staggered
through the snow up the lane to
the house, loaded with gifts. The
kids, wrapped to the noses, were
fairly hysterical by the time we
entered the big, warm farm
kitchen,
There we were assailed by the
enveloping scents of roasting
turkey and pine needles, a
wonderful combination.
Then came the opening of
presents, with everybody
protesting, "Oh, you shouldn't
have ." Except the kids. They
would rip off the wrappings,
scarcely glance at the contents
and start looking under the tree
for another package with their
name on it.
A lot of love and thought went
into the gifts, and sometimes
there were tears of pleasure.
The women talked a blue
streak and caromed off each
other as they charged around the
kitchen. The men sat around
drooling. And the children were
the centre of attention, funny and
delightful, and they loved it.
Then came the great orgy at
the table, with everyone from the
littlest to Grandad tucking into
the turkey and trimmings until
their eyes were bulging.
This was sort of the climax of
the holidays, and like every
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climax, it had its anti-climax:
great stacks of dishes to be
washed; distended bellies;
exhausted kids. In its way, it was
a pretty pagan celebration.
But by evening, everything was
cleared up, digestions would
begin operating again, and
there'd be carols and quiet talk
and a general feeling of warmth
and love and security.
This was the culmination of
several weeks of Christmas
pageants and Christmas parties
at the Legion Hall for the kids,
and writing cards to old friends,
and scrambling around for gifts,
and putting up the thrice-blasted
tree and pretending there weren't
going to be a lot of presents this
year.
They were good times, and I
miss them, but I don't know
whether I could stand the pace
any more. I was working about
twelve hours a day, and there
seemed to be a festivity or
something every night.
There were a couple of
Christmases that are funny in
retrospect, though at the time
there was a marked lack of
Christian spirit.
One was the time we bought the
television set for the grand-
parents. It was in the early days
of TV, and we all chipped in to
buy the set. None of us could
afford one for ourselves. There
was tremendous secrecy. It was
to be the surprise of the century,
My brother-in-law and I dragged
the great brute of a box up the
lane on a toboggan and wrestled
it into the farmhouse. It was to be
opened under the tree.
Kim was about three, and full
of that wild excitement that in-
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vests kids at Christmas. We had
barely deposited the big box in
the house when she piped, "Hope
you like the tee-bee, Granny."
Some secret. Some surprise.
And there was the Christmas
we held at our place. The grand-
parents and the aunts and other
assorted bodies were invited. My
wife had spent two hours the
night before scrubbing and
waxing the kitchen floor. I had
spent three hours preparing the
turkey. We were going to show
them that we could entertain in
style.
All was in readiness. The Old
Battleaxe told me to take the turk
out of the oven. I did, skidded on
the wax, and roasting pan, turkey
and all went flying through the
air. Wall-to-wall grease. Turkey
basted in floor-wax. It was one of
the less-memorable moments in
a happy marriage.
And I remember Christmases a
long time ago, in the Depression,
when a child's one and only
present might be a suit of long
underwear, or a handknit
sweater. Depressing, was the
Depression.
Of recent years, our kids have
come straggling in from
university, sometimes with a
friend, for Christmas. And we've
had music and good food, and
fun.
Last year we were alone. If I
remember correctly, we dined on
frozen meat pies. I had bought
the usual two trees. I got the little
one up. The big spruce was
Amalgamated 1924
Having been associated with
the newspaper business for the
past 20 years or so (started in the
days of child labor) it is only
natural that we have come to
expect the unexpected on oc-
casions.
Combining human and
mechanical errors, there is
probably no business in which so
many errors are made - or at
least noticed by others.
It's just impossible to produce
a newspaper under the normal
deadline pressures without
making a few errors.
Now that we have explained
some of our production problems,
readers may. get some insight
into how the editor's column
could end up under Bill Smiley's
shining countenance last week,
and vice versa.
Meanwhile,' we're still an-
swering questions as to the health
and welfare of our 27-year-old
son, Hugh, and mother-to-be
daughter, Kim.
Gads zooks, the gals in the
backshop have turned the editbr_
into an expectant grandfatheiv
overnight!
However, despite his lamen.t
tations, we're not certain if Bill
Smiley would want the situation
reversed and would like to "start
over" with our four offspring.
The switcheroo not only
provided for some humorous
moments, it does point up the fact
that no matter how much we
complain about our problems,
there are many people with
whom we wouldn't want to
change positions.
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A letter writer last week ex-
plained about her great disap-
pointment in not having the Santa
Claus parade pass by the hospital
as usual so she could see it.
Her point is well taken and
certainly may prompt the
committee and local police
department to review the route
f9r next year.
This year's route was changed
due to traffic problems ex-
perienced in the past.
By having the parade go east at
Huron, it does not interfere with
the detour route for north and
southbound traffic on William St.
This has been a severe problem
in the past as the parade has
crossed the detour route twice.
This year, it never crossed it at
all and things worked out much
better.
However, as usual, someone's
gain is another's loss.
leaned in a corner, and I threw it
out on Boxing Day.
This year, we'll be alone again.
But things are going to be dif-
ferent.
Son Hugh won't be home. He's
off in deepest Quebec, But he's
already had his present.
Daughter Kim won't be home,
because I don't particularly want
my grandchild born on a bus.
So. We're thinking of closing up
the joint and going to the city, My
wife can supervise the layette. I
can write cheques. We'll stay in a
hotel, where somebody else had
to grapple with the tree.
And, if things turn out just
right, we might get the finest
Christmas present we've ever
received. A bouncing baby
grandchild.
This is our final column of the
year and as such is a time for a
brief glimpse back over the past
12 months.
They were of some historical
significance this year as Exeter
marked its centennial.
Celebrations were not quite as
extensive as during 1967, but on
the whole, the "party" was a
success.
If we had any complaint it
would be the fact that nothing of a
permanent nature remains to
attest to the pride we had on
being 100 years old.
As usual, the year has had its
good and bad situations for those
in our readership area, There
have been tragedies and suf-
fering for some. Others have
known moments of exceeding
joy.
But as we look back over the
past 12 months the thought
surfaces that few people on this
entire earth are as fortunate as
the majority in this particular
district.
It's a fact that too often escapes
many and they tend . to see only ,
the bad 'things' that occasionally
cross their paths.
Before heading into 1974, it
would serve us all well to reflect
upon the many benefits we enjoy,
even at a time when this rich
nation of ours experiences some
troublesome situations regarding
energy.
50 Years Ago
Mr. John Hunkin held his an-
nual live bird shooting match on
Friday afternoon last. Two
events were run off, the first on
the jack rabbit system and the
second for the birds alone.
The members of St. Marys
Church, Brinsley held a bee on
Monday afternoon of last week
and made great improvements
by gravelling the roadway to the
shed.
Morrison Foster, Granton a
student of the local high school
sustained painful injuries at. the
school during a practice football
game, Foster was in .a scrim-
mage for the ball when he was
kicked on the leg with such force
that two bones in the right leg
were broken.
Major J. W. Heaman was in
Clinton last Wednesday attending
a banquet in celebration of the
organization of the 161st battalion
which took place December 6,
1915.
Among those who are
prominently mentioned as
Warden of Huron County next
year are the reeves of two
townships adjoining Exeter,
William H. Coates of Usborne and
Alex J. Neeb Stephen. "
25 Years Ago
An all-day show marked the
opening of Valentine Becker's
new International Harvester
building at Dashwood on
Tuesday.
Over 600 public school children
were entertained at Leavitt's
Theatre Saturday morning and
afternoon,
Ontario's first turnip club for
Junior Farmers held its
Achievement Day meeting in
Exeter on Monday night.
Applications for water service
in Hensall were slow in coming in
although the water should be
ready for use next week.
The auditorium of the Trivitt
Memorial Church is being re-
decorated and it is expected that
the re-opening will take place
January 23.
The unusually mild weather for
this season of the year has not
been conducive to the best of
health.
The coming year may turn out
to be a time of conserving the
energies of the land and ex-
pending more of the human
energies at our disposal.
Hopefully, we may realize'that
a man is more valuable than a
machine and that honest labor
will still show an honest return.
Our prediction for the coming
year is that we'll all have to
tighten our belts, but in the long
run we'll benefit - at least
physically.
Also watch for a tightening of
our welfare system!
Before writing "30" for the
year, we take this opportunity to
thank all those who have con-
tributed in any way to helping us
get out a newspaper each week.
The list is much too long to
extend a personal thanks, but
please be assured it is much
appreciated.
For all our readers, we wish a
happy and healthy festive season
and hope that your name will
appear in this newspaper next
year associated only with
pleasantries.
15 Years Ago
Mrs. James Earl, who moved
to Exeter from Usborne about
two months ago, received a
pleasant welcome from town
merchants Saturday when she
won the $100 draw in the
Christmas jackpot.
George E. Rether won Exeter
Council's sixth seat last week
when a recount gave him 463 to
460 for incumbent Claude
Farrow. Judge Frank Fingland
presided at the three-hour count
which broke the deadlock. Rether
is vice-president of Exeter
Kinsmen Club.
Lorne Dundas and Jim Prout
were in an unusual predicament
Saturday when a gun-toting
hitchhiker held a gun at their
heads for three hours. A. Jack
Harness, a native of Exeter
identified himself as the hit-
chhiker when he gave himself up
to an Ottawa reporter Monday.
Students at Whalen, under the
direction of Mrs. Charles Gowan,
teacher, entertained the com-
munity with a variety Christmas
concert Friday night.
10 Years Ago
Scout Jim Johnson of the First
RCAF Centralia Scout Troop has
been selected as one of five from
the Blue Water Region to attend
the fifth National ,Jamboree of
the Boy Scouts of America in
Valley Forge, Pennsylvania next
summer. Jim is a troop leader at
15 years of age.
Rev. Ross MacDonald,
minister of Carmel Presbyterian
Church, Hensall and Knox
Presbyterian Church, Bayfield,
for the past two years has ac-
cepted a call to a three-point
charge in Elgin county, com-
posed of churches in Kintyre,
New Glasgow and Rodney.
Hurondale school held its last
Christmas concert last week. The
long tradition of concerts at the
one-room school will stop as it is
expected that Usborne town-
ship's new central school will be
ready for next year.
Donald Cann, 10, of Exeter will
be an unique member of Older
Boys' Parliament when it con-
venes at Waterloo Lutheran
College Boxing Day. He is the
first representative to win his
seat by election.
Bethlehem !
What scenes are etched in our
minds at the sound of that place. I
approached the city last year,
apprehensively, half-fearing all
the lovely Christmas visions I
had ever associated with it would
be pricked and burst into
disillusionment.
As we travelled the six miles
from Jerusalem, over a black
topped, smooth road, the scenery
looked Biblical enough many
low hills ridged with grey
limestone between which a small
green valley nestled,
The history that has been
enacted here! Close to the road
stood a pillar and small building
erected on the spot where Jacob
buried his beautiful and beloved
wife, Rachel, after she had died
in child-birth.
In this very area, through
Jacob's son Judah, the line of
David was founded from which
God promised to bring His
Annointed One.
We stopped to view a piece of
lush land known as Boaz Field.
Here Ruth and Naomi gleaned
their bit of grain as they followed
after Boaz workers, Here Ruth
later married Boaz and looked
across the valley to the hills of
Moab, her native land.
It was here that the long, weary
trip from Nazareth drew to an
end for Joseph and Mary who had
trudged the long route on foot,
Having visited Nazareth two or
three days before, I was very
conscious ofwhat an arduous foot
journey it had been, for the
distance was far greater than I
imagined.
I gazed out the bus window and
dreamed of all these things.
And then, the signpost said
'Bethlehem'. My heart quickened
as we caught the first glimpse of
the white and grey concrete and
stone buildings.
The shepherds were still there
grazing their flocks on the rocky
slopes leading to the tiny city. As
I looked at them, still wearing the
long robes and headpieces of
centuries past, I wondered if, by
chance, any of their lineages went
hack to those simple shepherds of
the first Christmas eve, and if the
heavenly choir appeared over the
very fields we were speeding
by.
Reality soon took over. Modern
Bethlehem is far from a queenly
city, in fact, she's a pretty shabby
lady. Israel took the town from
Jordan in the 1967 war and it has
not been restored because of the
uncertainty of the occupation.
Roof-top hot water tanks, TV
aerials and washlines scar the
skyline. Dowdy shops, selling
'cheap and gaudy souvenirs line
the winding alleys. A feeling of
poverty pervades the place.
The over 15,000 yearly pilgrims
making a visit to Christ's bie
thplace soon find there's to room
at the inn' for them either as
Bethlehem has only 100 hotel
beds. The sick, as well as the
visitors, must go to Jerusalem for
accommodation. Besides having
no hospital, Bethlehem has no
ambulance or fire brigade.
What it does have, though, is
the birthsite of Christ,
The houses of Bethlehem are
built on a slope of a limestone
ridge. In Jesus' time it was
common for them to have a cave-
like stable hollowed out in the
rock below the house, and it is
very likely that is was in such a
cave-stable Jesus was born.
To enter the lovely Church of
the Nativity which is built over
the cave purported to be the
birthplace you leave a busy
parking lot and pass through a
thick wall by a door so low you
must stoop to enter, On the other
side of the wall is the church and
deep beneath the alter is the
stable-cave.
Our guide told us that most
historians feel it is authentic
because as far back as the
Roman Empire, Hadrian
deliberately attempted to
desecrate this 'Christian holy
place' by building a shrine to the
heathen god Adonia above it.
The small cavern is lit by 53
silver lamps, and is hung with
rich red tapestry. On the floor is
a large jewelled star around
which is the Latin inscription:
'Here Jesus Christ was born to
Virgin Mary'.
Somehow it seems very
symbolic and rather beautiful
that we left the dirty, noisy street
of life by stooping to enter into the
place where Jesus was, born.
As 'we left the city I realized
that some of the fantasies I'd held
about Bethlehem had been
dispelled. It's not the exotic
romantic, beautiful place I
imagined.
But what it is, is really much
more important . , . a real place,
where a real event qcpurre4
amongst real• people. .
It's where God chose to decend
to earth in love and simplicity for
the sake of all mankind.
And that's what makes
Bethlehem the queen of all cities.
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