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The Exeter Times-Advocate, 1975-08-28, Page 4Baffin Around , In Saskatchewan arc: ~t~i:rii:.iirclii 4 ... Courage is a tree A BIG ONE — These five would-be fishermen were naturally pleased to get hold of this 11-pound whopper on their recent trip to Northern Saskafchewan. Of course they wouldn't tell the photographer where they landed it, but it may have been more than coincidence that one of similar size and appearance had been spotted by the astute camera man on the table of a neighboring cottager. photo by Batten RUGGED TERRAIN — The northern bush of Saskatchewan is not unlike that of Ontario as can be seen as Steve Batten huddles in the front of the boat heading for some fishing. Sitting in the middle is his guide, former NHL star Dave Balon. Results of the fishing trip led Steve to comment that as a guide, Dave makes a good hockey player. photo by Batten Times Established 1873 Advocate Established 1881 Amalgamated 1924 late 4eferZimes-Abuoeafe SERVING CANADA'S BEST FARMLAND C.W.N.A., O,W.N.A. and ABC Publisher — Robert Southcott Editor — Bill Batten — Advertising Manager Assistant Editor — Ross Haugh Plant Manager — Les Webb Composition Manager — David Worby Published Each Thursday Morning at Exeter, Ontario Second Class Mail Registration Number 0386 Paid in Advance Circulation March 31, 1975 5,249 SUBSCRIPTION RATES: Canada $9.00 Per Year; USA $11.00 Phone 235-1331 History lessons easier .on location The snows of yesteryear We've watched the poplar out at the cottage grow from a tiny straggling infant into a beautiful leafy tree. Up on the cliff where we're located we're buffetted by many storms through every season of the year, and when the tree was just a small shoot it was often bent over to the ground by winds and rain and snow and ice that lashed it unmercifully, Its growth was slow and we often wonder if it would reach maturity. But inch by inch it sent down its roots, and as its foothold strengthened it gradually began to heighten and branch out. One year it was as if it suddenly came of age . . it stood stronger, straighter and started to grow at a rate that amazed us. And so it has continued until now it towers above our small lakeside retreat. But winds and gales continue to batter it, Last weekend I watched it bending before a violent wind and rain storm that ripped through its branches, but even as it was being tossed and torn it seemed to keep a quiet firm dignity like a majestic queen rising above the turmoil and angry noise of a maddened mob. Even its leaves looked courageous, their backs turned up against the storm, bracing themselves and hanging on. When the tempest was over the tree stood strong and unruffled, even more beautiful as the rain from the storm glistened and shimmered on its leaves in the sunlight. Author Robert Raines writes, "Courage is a tree in a storm, bending low, standing there, rooted in something strong than the storm." The tree reminds me of a lady whose life has been battered by many storms. A Small son died in a car accident, And I guess I'm not the only one. There were 500 at this reunion, from three countries? Where are all the others? There were 10,000 airmen in the camp I was in, only one of many. A couple of other items emerged from the news story. Guess where the chaps were entertained? In the officers' mess at Moose Jaw, Secondly, it was the first reunion of POWs in 30 years to be held outside Toronto. What does this suggest? To me, a little clique of Toronto-based ex-officers who have kept the thing going, for who knows what adolescent satisfaction. Whatever you may have heard or read elsewhere, prisoners of war who were officers didn't suffer all that much. I know. I was there. We were not required to work in factories or mines or on farms as were "other ranks." I know of no Canadian officers who starved to death, though grub was mightly slim in the last few months. Perhaps one in 1,000 was beaten up for some misdemeanor. I was one of them, and it was my own fault. It was no bed of roses, and I don't minimize the skill and daring of those who tried to escape, but, looking back, it was all juvenile and Boy Scoutish: lookouts, secret passwords, disguises, caving-in-tunnels, an older son was killed in World War II. Her husband was struck down with a crippling disease through which she nursed him for many years before his death. In later years, her daughter was confined to a mental hospital. Any of these tragedies would have broken and embittered many people but not this lady. She surmounted her troubles to become a victoriously, un- defeatable woman, In fact, she just keeps getting more beautiful. Like the poplar after the rain- storm glistening in the sun, her face has taken on a glow and a shine that draws others to her. Her understanding and com- passion is like a well where discouraged and broken-hearted people come to drink to be refreshed and strengthened. This is what Robert Raines is talking about „ . a courage rooted in something other than the storm. And what is it rooted in? Belief in God, trust and faith. "I just kept on believing and never lost faith," says my lady friend, "and I've tried not to feel sorry for myself and torment myself by asking, "Why me?" Two pieces of scripture that have brought her and others through storms are these: "I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the landof the living," (Psalm 27) and "I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me," The storms of life hammer all of us. The battle continues from childhood to the eventide of life and sometimes we are bent to the ground. Some are shattered and their potential broken, Others have the experience of having God with them and when the Storm hits it proves to be just what makes them malleable and Strong. interminable planning, and end results about as dramatic as one degree Celsius. There was suffering, of course, but it was not beatings and tor- ture and starvation, not for Canadians. It was not physical, but psychological. As far as military discipline went, most of the bodies had far more freedom than they had on their units. But there was the simple fact that you were in jail, and somebody would shoot you if you tried to get out (quite the opposite to modern Canadian jails). And there was the great feeling of waste, of knowing that the best years of your life were going down the drain, while other young men were kissing girls and drinking beer and staying up all night and doing all the other foolish things young men do. There was boredom and monotony and stagnation and frustration and a little lurking fear that the latrine rumors might be true - that Hitler had ordered the SS to eliminate all P.O.W.s when Germany faced ultimate defeat. But there were compensations. There was a tremendous sense of oneness against the enemy. There was the fascinating meeting of different ideas and cultures, a great and almost immediate education in itself. Throw into one room the following: a young actor from the London stage, a kid from a prairie farm, a Glasgow toughie, a Dublin hooligan, an Australian sheep farmer, a Welsh poet, a Rhodesian schoolboy, a Nor- wegian railworker.,That's a bare sample. Toss in an American from California and a West Indian singing calypsos and a Belgian bookmaker and a Polish count and a few other assorted odds and sods, and you had a typical group - at least in my camp. I wonder where they all are? Most of them, certainly, are a long way from Moose Jaw and a small group from Toronto whose members can afford to fly to a convention and try to recapture something that is gone forever. For the same reason I have stopped going to reunions of old fighter pilots. I went to a couple. Enjoyed them. But there is a tendency to maudlinism, exaggeration and downright lying about long-gone days. These pot-bellied, bald, wife- ridden, right-leaning, class- conscious, middle-aged poops are my old comrades? No way. My memories of prison camp and fighter-piloting are far more fun than meeting some red-faced paunch who roars over the noise from the bar: "Hey, yeah! Aren't you Jack? Jack Wiley? Yeah! We were at Sagan together, (I was at Barth). Wancha tameet the wife." All"the wife" wants is, not to meet me, but to be sure that Goerge is on his feet for the final evening's ball, at which she will peer, with her sad, crumpled 50- year old face, at all the other sad, trumped 50-year old ladies and wonder what the hell the kids are up to while she's hoofing it up in Moose Jaw. I told a little of this to my friend. He understood, He was a German officer with Rommel, badly wounded in North Africa, spent three years in a US prison camp, and is now a Canadian citizen, Where are the snows of yesteryear? People go on vacations to forget things, When they Open their bags, they find out they did. For some unexplained reason, this appears to be the year for members of the T-A staff to spend their holidays in Western Canada, so not to be outdone, the editor and his troupe joined the pilgrimage, Our prime object was to attend the annual convention of the Canadian Community Newspapers Association in Saskatoon. Now before you conjure up thoughts of the usual convention antics, let us note that govern- ments employees were on strike in that western city, cutting off all liquor supplies, and this fact wasn't even noticed by any of the convention-goers until they heard that news on their way home. Puritans all! Our trip started from London airport aboard a DC9 and we were particularly fortunate to have picked up an ultra-clear day for our flight, and despite getting up some 35,000 feet into the clouds, the terrain was still very much visible below for most of the trip. The multi-hued fields of Western Ontario quickly gave way to the greens and blues of the boundless lakes, rivers and forests of North-Western Ontario and then to the golds and light greens of the Prairies below us, The panorama visible from our lofty perch gave full evidence of the diversity of this great country and our return trip on the train provided a closer glimpse of the vast changes that can be seen and which make Canada so exciting to behold. Our trip also provided us with an unique opportunity to step back into history as the con- vention organizers had arranged a full day's outing to Batoche, Duck Lake and Fort Carlton - the three main centres involved in the North West Rebellion of 1885. Our knowledgeable guide, Dennis Fisher, related his studies of the Rebellion as we criss- crossed the South Saskatchewan river and we could almost imagine being in the ranks of General Middleton's militia as they made their way by foot and on the steamer Northcote to meet the Metis under the command of Louis Riel and Gabriel Dumont at the tiny settlement of Batoche. We stopped at the main battle field and had an opportunity to kneel into the field pits which had been dug by the Metis to give them cover and a strong em- bankment high on the hill overlooking the river. Further on, we walked past the rectory and church, both buildings still showing bullet holes from the Gatling gun which played such an important part in the defeat of the Metis, A museum in the rectory displayed many artifacts from the Rebellion, including actual photographs taken at the battle and even some of the pieces of nails and stones which the Metis used when their supply of shells was depleted. The nearby graveyard displays the tomb stones of some of those who fought for the Metis and a memorial has been erected over the grave of Dumont. _Later at the convention we heard one of our speakers refer in glowing terms to the ability and skill of Dumont. At age 14, he was chosen by the Cree Indians and Metis to lead their buffalo hunts and we were told he probably killed 300 or 400 buffalo for every one killed by that American hero, Buffalo Bill Cody. Our speaker had met Dumont as a young lad and referred to him as one of our most colorful Canadian figures. The speaker? The Right Hon. John G. Diefenbaker. Historians have recounted that had Dumont been given more say in the battle strategy, the victory by the militia would not have been secured so easily. Dumont had wanted to fight a guerilla type of warfare, where he could move his men in small numbers to ambush the soldiers, but Riel ordered him to stay at Batoche where he was forced to fight in a manner for which the opposing militia was trained, While he was hanged as a traitor, Riel is more and more being acclaimed as a hero in Canadian history for his part in attempting to protect the in- terests of the Metis and the Indians who were being pushed farther and farther into the west by the approaching civilization. Moving on to Duck Lake, we viewed a cairn erected at the scene where the first shot had been fired in the Rebellion. Some argument exists as to who fired that shot when a patrol of North West Mounted Police met Dumont and some of his band on the road. Two men from each side moved into a clearing to talk, along with a police interpreter. Our guide said that most of the speculation suggests that the interpreter fired the first shot that led to Canada's major civil insurrection. At any rate, we had a history lesson that more vividly taught us in a matter of a few hours what we only vaguely had been able to comprehend in a history class several years ago. It's unfortunate that every student in Canada couldn't be given the opportunity to traverse from coast to coast to visit all the important locations where the country's history unfurled. They would certainly find it as en- joyable as a trip to some European country and they would be more knowledgeable and proud of their heritage. Mr. Diefenbaker also en- couraged all those at the con- vention to urge the governments to restore national sites of in- terest such as Batoche so the generations to follow will have an opportunity to get first-hand information on the events of our past. + + + Our second outing was to the Western Development Museum in Saskatoon. Here was another educational and pleasant sojourn into history in one of the largest Museums we've ever visited. It was about the size of a football field and was all housed under one roof. On stepping through the main door, visitors take a step back over 100 years and before them is the complete main street of an early Western town. Every shop and service outlet available was in evidence, each amply stocked with the wares and equipment associated with each one. The aroma of fresh baking wafted into the street, to be overpowered along the walk by the interesting smell emanating from the drug store 15 Years Ago Robert Wolfe as King and Ann Robertson as Queen reigned over the Cowboy and Indian parade which marked the end of the Exeter Kinsmen playground for the summer. Col. E.E. Tieman, OBE, CD, of Dashwood has been appointed commandant of the Royal Canadian Army Medical Corp School at Camp Borden. A significant development in district schools will be the opening on September 8, of the new central school in McGillivray township, There will be three new teachers on the SHDHS staff this year, Cecil Wilson will be returning to the school and joining the English department, Victor Dinnin will be teaching English and Math; Ron Bogart is the new instructor in agriculture 10 Years Ago A group of teenagers, members of the Exeter Teen Town picked up hammers and nails last Thursday evening and con- structed bicycle stands for use at the municipal swimming pool. Two stands will hold 36 bicycles and greatly assist in keeping the pool bicycle parking area or- derly. Kay Hodgins, 18, daughter of Mr, and Mrs. Reginald B. Hodgins, Waterloo, formerly of Centralia has been awarded an Ontario Scholarship, Miss Ilodgins indicated she will take an honors course in French and Latin or English at the University (4 Waterloo, and then the leather shop, etc. Horses (lifelike models) and carts lined the street, along with- vintage cars and the fashionable horse-pulled bus waiting to transport people from the train station up to the two-storey hotel at the other end of town. Antique cars, trucks, farm implements, ambulances and hearses were contained on the side streets, leaving the visitor to marvel at the ingenuity and evolution which has led to today's modern modes of transportation. A real rootin tootin bank robbery was staged for our en- joyment, although the loud cracks of gunfire sent some of the younger convention-goers scurrying for protection behind their mother's skirts, Similar museums are located in other parts of the province we can heartily recommend a visit next time you travel to Saskatchewan. Most of the museums are staffed by senior citizens on a volunteer basis so the operating costs are kept to a minimum. Elderly gentlemen smile with pride as they take visitors for a ride in a steam tractor, while the ladies display some of the skills they knew and practiced in earlier days as they quilt, make hats and staff some of the displays. The opportunity given them in operating the museum is un- doubtedly one that provides many hours of pleasure and their interest in showing visitors a part of earlier times obviously gives them a deep sense of pride and satisfaction. + + + Outing number three was the one to which we had been looking forward for several weeks - a fishing trip into Northern Saskatchewan. When most people think of the Prairies, they think of endless grain fields on a landscape that stretches on a plateau as far as the eye can see. However, we were to see the other Saskatchewan . . . the land of trees and lakes so similar to that of our own province's rugged north. Our destination was Waskesiu located in the Prince Albert National Park, The village in itself is an ideal family vaca- tionland, The facilities include a supervised sand beach, of similar quality to our own Lake Huron, playgrounds, tennis courts, lawn bowling, riding stable, theatre, a beautiful 18-hole golf course and, of course, plenty of lakes in which to test your skill against northern pike, pickerel, perch or trout. Unfortunately, the Batten family fishing experience was not good. On our first trip out, with former NHL star Dave Balon guiding, we searched un- successfully for walleye in Heart Lakes. We returned with only one perch. On our second trip, again with Dave, our crew managed only one jackfish (northern pike). Our catch was no real in- dication of the fishing in northern Saskatchewan. Our congenial host, Ray Baker, loaned us his car and a later trip to HeartLakes revealed one family returning with 10 fish,the largest being an eight-pound jack. On returning to our cabin, our neighbors called us over to see their catch of six pike, the largest being an immense 11- pounder. Several 20 to 30 poun- ders have been caught in the area this year. When the bus pulled into Waskesiu to pick up the Battens, our faces were rather glum as we had to relate our shut-out on the lakes, and they became even more glum when we heard our confreres relate their ex- periences, Most of them had been hosted at fishing camps in the Lac LaRonge area and they told of catching more fish than they could carry. One man said his arms actually ached at night from reeling in fish, while others told of keeping only one in five or six as they pulled in fish with practically every cast. Most had enjoyed lakeshore fish feeds with their guides and gave ample indication that northern Saskatchewan is in- deed a fisherman's dream. + + + SIDENOTES — Our first ex- perience of sleeping on a train was great fun, particularly for the kids. We marvelled at the engineering skill that went into transforming our two-chair sitting room into a bunk bed suitable for four of us for the evening . . Two nights on the train was ample and we did wander at the stamina of those fellow travellers who had spent five days traversing the country from Vancouver . . On the second day of the rail trip, we awoke in Armstrong and went to sleep at Sudbury and the terrain throughout the entire day had been nothing but trees, rivers and lakes in the immense northern Ontario hinterlands while many on the train were there because they dislike flying, there is little comparison between the treatment received in the two modes of transportation. This is particularly the case when comparing the smiling, cheery airline stewardesses with some of the grumpy men who serve as stewards on the CNR . . . It also seems that one is gouged whenever possible on the train as they charge an extra dime or quarter for most of their items from the snack bar and we also found that their planning left a little to be desired because most items such as hot dogs or ham- burgs were sold out before our trip was half completed . . . one of those on the fishing trip was Bill Smiley, and no doubt we can expect to read some of his fin- dings in a future column in this newspaper . . . if you think road costs are high in Ontario, imagine the share of tax dollars spent in Saskatchewan where they have three percent of the nation's population and 30 per- cent of the nation's high- ways . . . western cities such as Saskatoon have learned from the mistakes of eastern cities and they have been planned to ensure more orderly growth as the in- dustrial areas are well separated from the residential zones. A friend brought to my notice a news story today. He wanted my opinion of its contents. The story was headed: Former War Prisoners Hold Prairie Reunion. It stated that more than 500 former prisoners of war from Britain, the United States and Canada gathered at Moose Jaw recently for a 30th reunion. The rest of the story was a little nauseating. The reunion was held in "an atmosphere not unlike the prison camps they survived in wartime." There was barbed wire, a bazooka, two machine- guns, a German flag, people dressed up in German uniforms, and caricatures of war-time German officers. I gave my reaction to my friend: "A bunch of middle-aged boys clinging to the only real thing that ever happened to them." That sounds harsh, at first glance, if it's possible to glance at something and hear it. But it satisfied' my friend. "It's incredible," he said. "I too would like to see some of my old friends from prison camp, but to talk, not to play games." I agreed. I would like to see some of my old friends from prison camp. For about half an hour. Not for a three-day reunion, with wives tagging along. And perhaps this is why I don't attend the annual reunion of former prisoners-of-war, though I am invited every year. 40 Years Ago Three members of the Main St. Mission Circle were honored on Thursday evening last at their annual picnic at Riverview Park. A large group were present also Mrs. G. Layton the honorary president. An address was read by Miss Marjorie Medd to Miss Evelyn Howard, president who has secured a school at Blind River and she was presented with a shower of handkerchiefs. An address was read by Miss Helen Dignan to Mrs. T. Moffatt' (nee Eleanor Medd) and Mrs. Gerald Ford (nee Ruth Balkwill) and the girls were presented with silver casseroles. The interior of the Exeter school has been redecorated ready for the fall term. The home of the late Mrs. Mary Ann Jones has been purchased by Mr. 'Eric Campbell who gets immediate possession, Mr. Campbell is an employee of the Tuckey Transport. 25 Years Ago Mr, Murray Stephens of Lin- denfield's is holidaying this week at Doon School of Art, Kitchener. Charlie Jinks who has carried the mails to and from Hensall Post Office to the CNR station for the past 15 years has resigned, Grand Bend Church of God officially opened on Sunday. It was built almost entirely by donated labor. The Exeter Public School has decided to establish a kingeraten at the beginning of the year. Mr, & Mrs, Cecil Skinner and Mr, W. C, Pearce attended the London Laymen's Association at Alma College, St, Thomas. •