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Merchants support Santa
A canvass of the business of 'Brussels, Receipts will be forwarded.
Walton, Cranbrook and Ethel was taken on Thanks to the support of the local
merchants, this year's parade will be a
success. Any suggestions would be greatly
appreciated for this year and in the future.
Chairman— Dale Newman
Treasurer— Cecil Moore
Secretary— Gary Elston
October 3. On behalf of the Santa Claus
Parade Committee, I would like to thank all
the merchants who donated in support of the
parade.
Any merchants we might have missed may
send their donation to Cecil Moore, Brussels.
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Editor's Note: The following letter was
recently received by Mrs. Leona Armstrong
of R.R. 3, Brussels who wished to share it
with readers of the Brussels Post.
Dear Mrs. Armstrong:
My Dad, Alex Mann and I enjoyed Grey's
125th celebration very much last Saturday
evening.
Would you please, convey to all who
contributed to the successful event our
sincere thanks?
It is always a real pleasure for us to return
home and meet old friends again to see so
many in such a short time was thrilling.
We particularly liked the Reminiscing
Room with the well organized and inform-
ative displays. '
Our Congratulations and Thanks go to you
and your works for a memorable evening.
Yours Sincerely,
Dorothy Hall
R.R. 3, Simcoe
WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 28, 1981
Thank heavens for volunteers
In a day when everyone is supposed to be
looking out for number one, where would we
be if it wasn't for a lot of people for whom
self-interest is set aside for the benefit of the
community?
Take a look around the community and
subtract from it all the things that wouldn't
be there if volunteers had only thought of
their own personal gain, if they hadn't been
willing to donate their time and money for
something bigger than themselves.
In a lot of our western Ontario communit-
ies the best things about community life are
due to the hard work of volunteers. Many of
our parks wouldn't be there if not for the
local Lions, Kinsmen,. Optimists, Rotary or
other service group. Our arenas and
community halls were usually the result of
service clubs and hardworking ;adividual
volunteers putting in long, hard hours to
build something they feel is more important
thanjust the profit motive.
Nearly all our hospitals were started by
volunteer groups and many still owe their
existence to hard working volunteer board
members and auxiliary helpers and volun-
teer committees who are glad to take on the
task of a major fundraising campaign when
some major, improvement is needed in the
facility. Nearly all cultural activities whether
they be amateur or professional theatres,
concert series or symphony orchestras, art
galleries, or craft shows, are run by
Teachers have 20 days of sick leave (paid)
due to them every year. That's fair enough.
. At present, I have 316 days, plus 20 for the
coming years, built up. Figure it out for
yourself. I haven't missed many days on the
job and some of those were funerals of
relatives and such.
But how can a man show up for work as a
member of the "walking wounded": abra-
sions on forehead, black right eye and
scraped cheekbone, nose looking as though
the rats had been at it, and right leg almost
completely crippled, though nothing broken?
Well, he can't. And yesterday was the first
time in my teaching career when I wasn't ill,
but stayed home. I went back today with a few
flesh-coloured pieces of tape, and a bad limp,
arousing the curiosity of staff and student!
alike.
Strangely enough, I had been telling
bright Grade 11 class just the other day about
the gullibility of students. You may remem-
ber. I'd had a very minor lesion on my big
nose removed. The nurse said "This is a big
bandage." I retorted, "This is a big nose." It
was all done at the hospital before 9 a.m. and
I was on the job.
A lad in one of my classes asked, with
concern, "What happened to your nose,
sir?" I told him with a very straight face that a
hyena had escaped from a nearby zoo, poked
in one of my cellar windows, and, sneakirig up
to the bedroom, had bitten. off My nose And
that's why I'd been to hospital, to have an
artifical nose implanted.
"Oh, that's too bad, Sit," he'd said, in all
sincerity. .
Well, in all sincerity, I wish the story had
been true. For about the eighth time in my
dedicated volunteers. A community run only
on the profit motive would be a pretty dead
place to live.
PART OF THE CULTURE
That's one of the things I have admired
about the people of Saskatchewan: the act of
working for the community is part of their
culture. Because there are no major cities in
Saskatchewan, because agriculture is still
the single most important thing in the
province, small town virtues still play a
major part in the interwoven personality of
the province. Like our early Ontario
pioneers, the rural people of •Saskatchewan
learned early that if they wanted to survive,
they couldn't remain individuals each out
only for himself. They had to co-operate, to
stick together. Unlike our selves who
seemed to outgrow the lessons of the
pioneers, Saskatchewan still practices that
kind of co-operative drive which mixes
individua lity with group action in a healthy
manner. It has led to the Saskatchewan
Wheat Pool, co-operatives in everything
from farm supplies to grocery stores, and for
better or worse, socialist-populist govern-
ments which have brought in social policies
like medicare and government auto insur-
career, my nose looks like a transplant from a
guy who has narrowly escaped his life, after
being shot through the nose, instead of the
brain.
But this Grade 11 class the other day didn't
say a word, though their looks were eloquent.
They didn't want to be gullible, and have me
tell them that my wife did it, or I had a fight
with the town cop, or I cashed while
glider-flying.
I wish I'd been born with the snub nose.
These people, even though they are always
sticking their snubs into other peoples'
business, never seem to get them hurt. I mind
my own business, and keep getting my nose
broken or badly cut, or a candidate for cancer.
Once again, the damage resulted from
shopping. One time I came in with two bags of
groceries, slipped off my shoes at the door,
went into the freshly waxed kitchen, took a
kick at that cat, slipped and fell, nose-on,
against the kitchen counter. No eggs broken,
just the nose.
This time, I went off with a reasonable
shopping, list, but got into the finpulse-bUying
game and arrived home with five of those
White plastic shopping bags, loaded to the
gunnel§ (the bagS.)
Cunningly, I thought, "Well, I can handle
three on one trip and go back for the other two
and still have one hand free to slam the trunk
door of the car."
Unfortunately, my cunning neglected the
fact that I was wearing my new arch support,
ance.
In Ontario the land had barely been
cleared -and planted when a second
generation of dreamers arose: the city
builders. Saskatchewan I imagine had its
builders of dream cities too but the differ
ence is that in Ontario the cities actually
came into life. And with them came the
feeling that if something was worth having
then somebody would find a way of making a
buck at it, and, conversely, if you couldn't
make a buck at it, it couldn't have been
worth having anyway.
So in a culture dominated more and more
by city-thinking, we simply did without a lot
of things that weren't profitable. Later, as
times changed, came the thought that if it
wasn't profitable but was still desireable,
then the government, municipal, provincial
or federal, should provide it.
Now this way of thinking seems to have
been accepted in inverse proportion to the
size of the community. The larger the
community, the more people accepted that it
was natural for either private enterprise or
government taxes to pay for something that
was desired. The smaller the community,
the more people realized that if they wanted
total cost $85 and that it was hurting me like a
brand new set of false teeth. I was limping
heavily on the right.
I arrived at the pile of rocks just outside our
back door. Sometimes we call it the rock
garden, at other times the rock patio. Every
year we plan to turn it into one or the other, or
something exotic. But it's still just a pile of
rocks, each and everyone with sharp edges.
Many a chunk I've taken off my shin by
veering a little to the right. •
To make a long story short, I caught my
right, limping foot on 'a heave in the
sidewalk, and tumbled straight into the rock
pile. Loyal to the end, I clung to the groceries.
In my right hand were two bags, obviously
loaded with canned goods. The one bag in my
left hand contained the toilet tissue and the
kleenex. '
I went into the rock pile like a badly
ballasted ship hitting a reef. I could have
been killed. My nose saved me. It took the
initial impact before I skidded onto my
cheek-bone and forehead:
Bloody but unkowed, I gathered the
tt, they were going to have to go out and do it
themselves.
DO THEY PULL TOGETHER?
Today when I look at the health of a
community I tend not so much to see how
fancy the homes are, how prosperous the
businesses, but to see how much people pull
together for those things, that come not from
profit motive or taxes but from the hard work
of volunteers. The profit seekers will move
on when times get tough, the government
will have to cut back, but through thick and
thin the volunteers who make things work
will continue to make a community a lively
place.
They get little reward for their work. Often
they will get steady criticism from those
people of the community who are happy to
take the benefits of the work but don't want
anything to do with getting involved, except,
of course to comment on how much better
they could do things. The only reward the
volunteers get is the feeling of having done
something important, well.
We're lucky here in Huron County
because, like Saskatchewan, rural thinking
still predominates. People are willing to
work together to make our communities
better. We are rewarded not just with the
extra facilities or services provided, but with
a sense of togetherness, a sense of who we
are. So here's to all those thousands of
hard-working volunteers. The place just
wouldn't be the same without you.
sir?"
groceries (not an egg busted, not a quart of
milk spilled) staggered into the kitchen,
scattering blood and groceries everywhere.
Lots of people would have been rushed to
emergency and sewed and cauterized and
other wise tortured. I never do that. I use my
mother's old remedies. Staunch the 'block
with a cloth or something, make sure you .
haven't lost an eye, and then sock the
ice-water to it.
In my mother's day, hot and, cold water
were the painkillers' and the blood stoppers.
We didn't have ice-cubes then, we had a
chunk of ice in the ice-box. And we needed it.
I was always coming home with a cut foot that
should have had six stitches, or a cut head
where a kid had hit me with a stone, or a
sprained ankle from football.
I must admit that I add a little modern
extra. I put the ice-cubes in a towel until the
bleeding stops or is merely oozing. Then I
take them out, wash off any superfluous
blood, put them in a glass, and pour some
medicine over them, just in case of shock. If
my mother could see me doing this last
maneouvre, she'd have gone into shock. She
was TT.
And that's how I got my banged-up face.
But my nose saved though worse.
Behind the scenes
by Keith Roulston
"What happened to your nose
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