HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1979-08-22, Page 16Sugar and spice
By Bill Smiley ,
City boys and boat people
As a small-town boy who was always
pretty closely associated with the country,
and nature, it is a constant source of
bewilderment to me to observe the
reactions of my two grandboys to natural
phenomena. They practically ignore them.
When they come to our place, with a
large backyard practically polluted by birds
and squirrels, their great interest in life is
the lawn sprinkler, at any hour of the day
or night.
Oh, they might look vaguely toward a
tree when I say, "Listen to that big bird."
They might chase a robin or throw a rock at
a squirrel. But those things are basically
boring to them. Much more fun to turn on
the sprinkler, preferably when Grandad
isn't looking, give him a good cold shot in
the back while he's trying to read the
paper, and spend the next hour alternately
running through the sprinkler and running
around with their wet feet on Gran's
favorite rug.
Take them up to the local plaza, where a
store has tropical fish, a huge old parrott,
gerbils, rabbits, white mice, and you'd
think they'd be fascinated. One cursory
glance and they're off and running,
smashing shopping carts into each other,
knocking over carefully arranged displays
and playing Superman by leaping over the
little old ladies sitting on benches.
Took them over to see their great-
Grandad last weekend. He has a lovely
place in the country, about two acres, with
a hundred places to hide and climb and
explore. Know where they spent their
time? Fighting to see who got to drive the
dormant snow-mobile in the backyard.
Second choice was "racing" an old car
with its front wheels propped up on two big
blocks of wood. Between the two vehicles,
they must have covered most of North
America.
Took them down to the dock for a fish.
They had no more interest in fish or fishing
than I have in refinishing furniture. But
they were intrigued about how long it
would take to drown if I drove the car off
the end of the dock.
Out driving with them. I point to cows,
horses, sailboats and all sorts of things
they should be interested in. Scarcely a
look. They want to • know how fast we're
going, why we aren't going faster, and why
I don't turn the air-conditioning to "super-
cool" so it will blow their hair around.
Street-smart City Boys.
Oh, yes, then there are the Boat People.
Somehow, I was inveigled into going out
fishing with a couple of young colleagues.
One of them has a dandy cruiser with a
cabin, stove, the works. Seemed like a
good idea. Have a beer or two, catch a
mess of bass, do a little yarning.
For three weeks the weather had been
hot and humid. What a treat to get away
out on the Bay, far from the heat and
stench of town. Cool breeze, great fishing,
good companionship. That's the way it is in
the beer ads, anyway.
We drove to the marina in a cloud-burst.
Sky cleared. Spirits were high. So were the
waves. Found the guaranteed bass fishing
spot. Water calmed. Baited up. They put
me on the side of the boat where the bass
weren't, while they hauled in half-pound
monsters of the deep.
Sky clouded. Another cloud-burst. More
wind. More rain. No fishing. Visibility
decreased, along with the food and the
beer.
No land in sight. Blown off the shoal
where the fish were. Anchor wouldn't hold.
Soaked to the heels. Circled the buoy
marking the shoal eighteen times while
novice steered erratically and skipper
pretended he could chart a course.
Nothing in sight except rain. Clung to
rear seat with white knuckles and kept up
spirits of crew with stories of flying
formation through the clouds, and the time
we came back from Horse Island deer
hunting in November through a snow
storm, pumps not working, and ten-foot
waves.
Did quick figures in head, estimating
how far to swim if we hit rock, lake
freighter or other cruiser stupid enough to
be out in such.
Skipper finally figured course, broke out
emergency medical supplies, blindfolded
all of us, opened her up and headed for
what was either the north or the south
shore of the Bay.
Obviously, we made it. I had caught one
four-inch rock bass and one helluva cold.
But we had bass fillets for breakfast, the
sun shone again, my old lady had to forget
about collecting my insurance, and I
promptly called our minister and told him
to put me down for $25 a month for the real
Boat People, those poor sods who have
escaped from Viet Nam and drowned and
starved and thirsted while we go tearing
about in our air-conditioned cars, our
cruisers with all the amenities, and whine
about inflation.
City Boys and Boat People. Enjoyed both
of them thoroughly.
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16 THE. BRUSSELS POST, AUGUST 22, 1979
ERNEST BURCHELL
A member of a former
well known Brussels family
and former Perth mayor
Ernest Scott Burchell,
65, was killed in a two car
head on collision near that
town early Sunday morning,
Mr. Burchell had been
mayor from 1955 to 1969, the
longest consecutive term of
office in the history of Perth.
His father, who served as
mayor of Perth in the 1940s,
also lost his life in a motor
vehicle accident, in 1952.
In addition to his 16 years
on Perth council, which
Smorgasboard
served at
Callander
Members of the Brussels
U.C.W. served a delicious
smorgasborg supper to the
residents of. Callander
Nursing Home on
Wednesday evening August
15.
The patients thoroughly
enjoyed the ham and salad
supper andthe visits with the
women who catered.
Mrs. Anne Wylie,
activities director for the
home, extended thanks to all
who so generously donated
towards this project.
A Post Classified will pay
you dividends. Have you
tried one? Dial Brussels
887-6641.
Obitu ary
included 14 as mayor,
Burchell was prominent in
provincial and federal
politics at the local level.
Both he and his father ran
unsuccessfully for the
Liberals in provincial
elections, while his brother,
Peter, ran in two provincial
races and one fedral election.
Scott Burchill owned
several race horses, was both
a director and ''f-:+ime
member of the Canadian
Trotting Association, and •a
director and past president of
the Ontario Harness Horse-
man's Association.
Five years ago, he and his
brother Peter, sold Burchell
Supply Limited, a farm in-
sulation business, to its
employees. The company
had been started in the 1930s.
when the Burchell family
moved to Perth from
Brussels, Ont.
Mr, Burchell is survived
by his wife, Pauline, son
Fred, and daughters Paula,
Cathy, Debbie and Anne
Tait; sister Frances Lambert;
and brothers, Peter and Joe.
He was predeceased by his
brother Fred.
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Brusselsfest
Sept. 22, 1979
COME ONE!
COME ALL!
B.B.A. Meeting
Wednesday, Sept. 5
Brussels Inn
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The sewers are completed! Bring
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