The Brussels Post, 1963-03-07, Page 6tire•ti:ltia•-
THURSDAY, MARCH 7th, 1963 THE BRUSSELS POST, DRIISSELIS, ONTARIO ma SEVEN
HOW MANY ARE BANK CUSTOMERS?
A safe guest; would be every one of them /That's because, in Canada,
practically everybody has regular dealings with a chartered bank /Deposit
accounts number more than 121/2 million—or better than one for every
adult. And on the books of the banks at any one time are 1,800,000 Iowan
for just about every personal and commercial purpose /Through
5,000 branches, from one end of the country to the other, the chartered
banks bring a. full banking service within the reach of everyone.
THE CHARTERED BANKS SERVING YOUR COMMUNITY
SEED GRAIN
(By Stuart Nichol)
One evening last week I retired
to my favourite chair for a few
3ninutes of relaxation, its the
high-backed, maroon one which
was r' tamed when the old suite
was ousted. Of course it is some,
thing of a white elephant now,
being surrounded by the modern
excuses for chairr, and chester-
field, but it does something
special for the lower ext ,.mnities
of the, spine,
I. Iaqt happened to he browsing
throuch the Post for a second
time when some hold print caught
my eye. "PER,TILIMR, SEM
CHAIN'', and that was all that!
it took to sea d. me off. Almost '
Illogically, I was hack on the Gtlt
line of Morris and Dad was ,say-
ling, "We must' get out the fanning
mill (this afternoon and make a
start as the seed grain"
As a. boy, f always wondered
what brought this spell on, or
every year it happened on a mild
day in March when I had other
plans. I could feel a. 'foreboding in
rthe air when, upon leaVing the
breakfast table on that certain
morning, he would straddle a
a chair backwards before the
kitchen window instead of taking
111) his usual reheat in the well
groove on the couch at the
south end of Happy Thought.
Then, he -would light his pipe,
fold his arms across the back of
his chair, and rest' his chin upon.
his hands while the blue smoke
froM his. World's Navy slowly
drifted around his head and soon
perMeated the air in the furthest
corners of the kitchen. I didn't
know it then but, judging from my
current apPreciaiton. of the rich
aroma of a. Well-brOken pipe, I
guess I enjoyed it almost as Much
BS he did.
Thus settled, he would simply
gaze across the snow-covered
fields which rose in gentle slopes
to the hardwood hush. Sometimes
there was a, faraway look in his
eyes and I wondered if he couldn't
see even' beyond those trees to
'Some distant horizon. Perhaps
be had noticed the bluish haze
'which cloaked the woodlands
'whim he observed in a clrowSY
hnenotone that we were In for a
spell of soft weather, Or was it
the mellow .whistling of the
ranadian National which sounded
surrirIO'ngly closer than the
fourth-line 'crossing?
I never really knew the answer,
but on that particular morning
5nstead of drowsing he would
'remain alert desPlte the fact
that he .seemed quite lost in
in thought; sort of suspended
animation, Perhaps on that
horizon of his mind's eye he saw a
field of ripe oats waving the white
transparency of its increase be-
:fore him, as If in challenge to
the reaper, Maybe it was memo-
ries of the ha•rcish.ips and inseen-
rities or the hungry thirties that
goaded him into action. or was it
the first vague stirrings of spring
within his hones which fore-
warned Min of the approaching
seedtime? Whatever the precesS,
the annual resoilts were consistent.
I could alunoat predict tile very
moment at which he would end,
.his reverie by struggling to his
feet, stretching his nrius abevt)
/1 0P(1, Fringrri
an nett n Ging with considerable
authority, "It's high time we were
at those chores."
Things fairly hammed aroundi
the si able' that tnoinIng had When
be Wok Mager than usimi to
clown the ilaY and straw I 'knelt/
that lie was sweePing doWn Cob-
webs mid getting Out screens
for the fanning mill in prepara-
tion for an early slart aftt,
dinner.
FT's had what almOst atriontited
io an obsession about the, bleatli-
nek;S of the gramiary at that
the seed
sacred
hear-
nos's, It wits imy task to turn the
handli- — a duity which had to be
performed with the utmost con-
sistency if Dad was to be kept
happy.' If I turned too fast,
"heavy" oats would be blown.
ever the screen with. the hulls and
too slowly would permit weed
seeds to fall and mingle with the
'When the job was completed,
lie was fairly smug in his self-
satisfaction whenever he /Mind
occasion to pass the spotlesS
bins where the plunip, golden
grain was piled in deep Pyramids
awaiting its Sundry treatments
for stunt and rust, and the greet
day When the weatherman arid
almanac agreed that the time
was ripe for seeding.
Tr the days which felliitved, any
141.1)TrritA ontO 'bet
premises would he whisked off, th
the granary to view for thein,
selves the outstanding cleanly of
Our seed grain. One such occasion ,
will be forever etched Upon/ '''''''
.1)1.00101m seed grain.
Memory. Dad, beaming with pride I
and seed nature, dashed his hand
deeply hi the seed grain to pro-
cure a choice sample for his
Visitor. Suddenly, the btreled
hand froze in peSition while the
colour drained steadily from his '
face. I fully expected that by
some sinister means he had been i.
.malned fru. life. but when he
'withdrew his hand T was surpri-
sed to Sec that it was not blood
htilt syrupy, brown liquid which
rii•IPPed 'from his palm and finger-
Mils, Riot then Dad 5taitald talk.
ink Plitj0 the kritillelt 00.01 T 1141,
ever heat4 Of,
.1118t then: my sister's Vole,.
retitriied Me to Gerrard Street
E4Ost, saying, "I thought you said
yell 110.4 a Session meeting to
night?"
season of the year and
grain itself seemed all but
and Was treated with
reverence. When the fanning
had been properly fitted with
screens, the draughta carefully . .
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