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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1981-11-25, Page 2 ;;T:N\ 1872 4Brussels Post BRussEis Bstablished 1872 Serving Brussels and the surrounding community Box 50, Brussels, Ontario NOG 1 HO Published at BRUSSELS, ONTARIO every Wednesday morning by McLean Bros, Publishers Limited Andrew Y. McLean, Publisher Evelyn Kennedy, Editor WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 1981 Member Canadian Community Newspaper Association, Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association and The Audit Bureau of Circulation. $13 a year 40 cents a single copy Authorized as second class mail by Canada Post Office. Registration Number 0562. A Behind the scenes by Keith Roulston For years or more, we got along fine with ordinary storm windows. Oh, I'll admit they caused a certain amount of domestic hassle, chiefly because they were put on too late in the fall, or taken off too early in the spring, according to the old lady. But she's always in a rush to "get things done." I get them done, eventually. Never once did I fail to find someone who would put them on before Christmas. And they were kind of ugly. And they did warp. And they did have to be painted. And it was costing more money every year to get someone to do the job. But, ah, what a good feeling I had every fall when I'd conned some guy with a strong back to do the job. I wouldn't touch them with a six-foot pole. It's a big house, and there were 14 of the brutes, weighing about 70 pounds each. I don't mind heights, as long as I'm not attached to the ground. I've been up to 32,000 feet, all by myself, in a Spitfire, and higher than that in passenger jets. ,L But it takes all my nerve to climb a step ladder and change a bulb in the kitchen, with my wife holding the ladder. There was no way I was going to climb 30 feet up a ladder, carrying a 70 pound storm window, and punch and hammer it into place. I always had a vision of a wind catching the storm broadside when I was halfway up, and taking me off for a hang-gliding trip. That actually happened to one chap who was doing the job one fall. A gust caught him and he sailed off the ladder, landed on his feet like a cat, still clutching the window, and nothing was damaged. He just grinned. That was Jim Fletcher, a young fellow who To the editor: The Wingham and District Hospital Auxiliary canvass concluded on October 31. The goal set was a piece of X-ray equipment for children, costing $1000. The community response was overwhelming and the total funds received were $4,802.06. Our Hospital Auxiliary will be having its next meeting on November 23 and it will be decided how to best use the extra funds. Notice of this will be in the paper following, As this canvass replaced Hospital Tag day, which last occured in 1978, there were a few things done differently this year. It was scheduled to coincide with the Auxiliary Rummage sale as had been the custom a number of years ago. Tags formerly were distributed ereplaced this year by flyers with a two-fold purpose...to describe the equip- ment sought through the canvass and also to provide the community with a progress report on the present renovation and building project. Total funding for this project was promised prior to the acutal building beginnings The purchase of hospital equipment is not furiddd by the government. The Hospital Auxiliary and numerous service grotips faithfully worked to raise the funds to purchase much needed equipment. The community'g support for these projects is always appreciated. To the hardworking canvassers and the community which responded so generouslyo please accept our sincere gratitude. Mary Vair Auxiliary Canvass Committee X-ray bought Sugar and spice By Bill Smiley was completely unafraid of work. Made his living at cleaning floors, windows, etc. and built up a nice little business, scrubbing out banks and stores and such at nights. You don't see too many merchants or bank managers in there scrubbing their floors after they've closed, do you? Might do them goad. Jim used to charge $14 to put on the storms, which included washing them ana washing the outside of the regular windows, storing the screens. It took him a couple of hours. In the spring, he'd take them off, wash everything, store them for $10. The price went up steadily after he went to greener pastures, and the quality of the workmen went steadily downhill. Some of the young guys. I hired took twice as long and charged twice as much. Sometimes the windows would stick and they'd leave it with a one-inch gap around half of it. One bird put his fist through a storm and bled all over the place. Another dropped one and glassed half my front lawn. Last year, I had a young fellow, newly started in the cleaning-up .of properties, raking leaves, that sort of thing. I gave him the job of doing the esate, provided He'd do. the storms. He looked pretty dubious, but agreed. Brought his wife around on her day off to hold the ladder. Well, he got them all, but he was peagreen and his legs were rubber. when he'd finished. He swore he'd never do them again. By this time it was costing me almost $100 a year to get the brutes on and off. Not to mention a great deal of harassment from the distaff side, and a frantic search for a putter-onner. Nobody on unemployment insurance was vaguely interested. All this, combined with the energy crisis propaganda, made me cave in, and we had aluminum storms put on. I could have paid $100 a year for the next 13 years if I'd stuck with the old wooden ones. "But look what you'll save on fuel", you way. That's what they all say. Probably 50 bucks a year. "It will increase the value of Canada is either a haven for the poor and downtrodden of all races and creeds or a sick racist society depending on who you listen to. Somewhere probably in the middle is the real truth. Canadians have always liked to see their country as one of those places where the persecuted of the world could find refuge. We have taken in the victims of famine in Ireland-, of greedy landlords in Scotland, of imperial whims in the Ukraine, of the class system of England, of the devastation of the Second World War across western Europe, of Soviet totalitarianism in Eastern Europe and of famine and war in southeast Asia. Yet many of the people who have been taken in today are turning around and saying Canada is a racist land, that people of different skin tones are discriminated against. • AMPLE EVIDENCE There is no doubt that they have ample evidence to back them up. Periodically the grim stories come out about elderly Pakistani or Asian gentlemen being beaten up on Toronto subway trains by young punks. Closer to home, I recall when one popular business was sold to an East Indian family and almost half the customers, most claiming to be good Christains, never darkened the door again. While some Canadians were performing an act of great love and generosity in rescuing "boat people" from the horrors of their lives in the far east, others were first of all saying that we should be looking after our own poor instead, then later spreading rumours about the "boat people" being dirty or being ungrateful or being lazy or expecting their sponsors to do everything for them. There is no doubt that there are racists and bigots in Canada. For those of us who detest this there is often the dilemma of what we can do about it. I recall several years ago attending a dinner and sitting across from a loud, loutish boor who insisted on telling stories about blacks using such terms as "this big buck." Everyone at the table was embarassed but what were we to do. Human decency seemed to call for someone to tell him off but this would only cause a disturbance and wasn't likely, to, change the man anyway in the long run. So we all ignored the bigot, hoping he would go away but the feeling of guilt for not doing something remained long after the boor had gone home. your house", someone else says. Maybe. By a few hundred. My wife and a girl who conies to help her have wrestled with those things, got them stuck, got them in but not on the rails,. and generally found the whole procesS like roping a steer. I don't blame them. lye always had an aluminum door on my back door, and spring and fall I nearly rupture myself, swear like a sailor, threaten to smash the thing with an axe, and take an hour just to slide the screen up and let the storm down, or vice versa. One of these days I expect to come home and find two women. each clutching an aluminum window, unconscious on my lawn. Or hanging by one foot from an upper window, screaming for help. And yet, while we must always strive for the perfection of a land where people of all races, religions and beliefs can live together in perfect harmony, those who characterize Canada as having major problems are going a little overboard. There are two categories of people who do this: the immigrants them- selves and Canadian liberal thinkers. A CROSS-SECTION A television forum recently gave a good cross-section of people who had come to Canada from other parts of the world and had their chance to sound off on their grievances in their adopted land. Many used as evidence of the racist Canadian society that they had never felt out of place. They had never felt their colour, they said, until they had come to Canada. Why should they be so surprised? I never felt very "Canadian" until I went to the U.S. I never felt white until I was in places in American cities where whites were a minority. I never felt anything special about speaking English until 1 went to Quebec and was surrounded by people speaking French. (I had the same feeling, in a Toronto restaurant in the Greek section where everyone spoke Greek). Most people coming to Canada come from places where they are the ethnic majority to a land where they are a minority. Given such a change in culture, people are bound to feel uncomfortable. A Canadian going to Pakistan or China feels equally isolated. White Canadian liberals are ready to listen to any cry of racism or discrimination because they seem to have a new kind of "white man's burden," carrying on their shoulders the guilt of what whites have done to . others anywhere in the world. A recent show on CBC told of the horrible treatment of the Chinese of Canada from the 1800's up until the end of World War II. There was certainly nothing to be proud of but the Chinese.weren't the only ones who were met with signs in parks that said "No dogs or Chinese allowed." Similar signs met the Irish and many other white skinned immigrants. We can't go on carrying the guilt for the sins of bigotted forefathers anymore than we can forever feel guilty about slavery in the U.S. or the misdeeds of South Africans when there is nothing we can do about it. TENSION And liberals should remember that racism is not a sin solely of the whites against other races. Wherever people of different races, colours and customs have come together, tension and munderstanding have arisen. Ther are few places in the world where there is such a mixture of people from all over the world as in North American cities. Jamaicans came from a country with a fairly large ethnic mix, but nothing compared to Toronto with its Chinese, East Indians, Japanese, Greeks, Hungarians, Ukarainians and many other groups. Pakistanis and Indians came from a much more racially homogenious land. To expect Canada with such diversity to be as simple a place to live as their former homes is ridiculous. Canada is far from perfect and we must strive for perfection. On the other hand, let's not get too carried away with out deficiencies either. DAVIDSON WELL DRILLERS 1909 Davidson Well Drillers of Wingham were busy drilling even in 1909 and here they were busy at the Payn home` on Con. 2, Lot 4 Of Grey ToWriship. From left are Theresa Mason, a cOUtin of the Payht Gertrude Payn, Beehide! Payn, Pearl Payn, Cecil Payh. and Mrs. Beehioe. Payn. (Photo courtesy Gertrude Bolger)