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gBrusseis Post
BRUSSELS
ONTARIO
5erYing Brussels and the surrounding community
published each Wednesday afternoon at Brussels, Ontario
by McLean Bros. Publishers, Limited.
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WEDNESDAY, AME 21, 1972:
Busy as he is as chairman of Brussels Centennial Committee Hugh Pearson manages to find
a few moments to look after his horses. Plans for the Centennial, which gets underway next
week, are almost completed. ' (Staff Photo)
Sugar and Spice
by Bill Smiley
It's Nursing Home Week
Nursing Home Week, which is being
observed across 'Ontario at this time,
provides an opportunity to visit nurs-
ing homes in our area and to inform
ourselves of the service which the
homes provide.
At the same time by our visits
we perhaps can contribute something
.to the lives of those who are the
guests in the homes. It is inevit-
able that despite the great concern
which most home operators exhibit on
their behalf and the extent to which
they go to provide variety there is
a repetitiveness in their routifie.
The presence of a stranger and the
contribution of visitors to the con-
versation is excellent therapy to
them.
While the nursing home presence
is emphasized during Nursing Home
Week, the need for concern and co-
operation on the part of those of us
more fortunate is something that
continues throughout fifty-two weeks
of the year.
To the Editor-
Sorry to miss centennial
Sir:
It is with deep regret I am
unable to attend the Centennial
Celebration and I would like to
have a copy of the special issue
(Centennial) of the Brussels
Post. - Have really enjoyed each
weekly issue of the past few
months and know the week end
will be a "howling" success.
Thank you I remain,
Very truly yours,
Mrs.George Dawson
145 Vansittart Ave.,
Woodstock, Ontario.
Sir;
I was happy to receive an
invitation to Brussels Centennial
but regret that I will be unable
to attend, nevertheless I shall
be very much interested in hear-
ing of the old friends who may
be there, and in this connection
I would request that you send me ,
the edition to the "Post" which
you may be printing telling of
the old friends who were able to
get home at that time, please.
I do not know many old friends
in Brussels now, but it would be
interesting to hear of dear old
friends of years ago, from some
who may attend.
I would love to hear the old
school bell and have been wond-
ering if someone may possibly
be able to put it into operation
for this occasion. That would be
a treat from "among the beauti-
ful pictures" that hang on "mem-
ories wall" but I can't be there,
sorry.
Yours sincerely,
Mrs. J. R. Lynn
formerly Caroline E. Ament
1037 Windermere Rd.
Windsor 15, Ont.
June 16, 1972
About one more birthday party and they
can include me out. Last Friday was my
birthday, and I arrived home exhausted
to discover that friends of ours had invited
the whole gang to dinner, to celebrate.
My 'birthday. I was . overwhelmed. I didn't
think anybody cared any more. Even though
Kim gave me a kiss and a big hug and
two golf balls wheni got home.
yes, the whole gang included Kim and
her husband, Don,the artist. But maybe
I'll get around to hem later. My accounts
of their wedding have tripled my fan mail
to three letters a week.
The party was a roaring success. A
roaring success is when everybody else
roaring success is when everybody is
roaring at everybody else over some
idea that, examined the next morning,
seems about as exciting as a biography
of Mackenzie King.
A good time was had by all and Rap,
their massiver Labrador retriever who,
when he is happy, can knock you right off
your feet with one wag of his tail. I was
wined and dined and punched in the ribs
into the small hours.
I didn't mind the wining and dining,
but got a little sick of the pokes in the
ribs. My wife kept smashing me with her
elbow and hissing, "Get up and make a
speech. Express your appreciation."
Every time she did it, I, like one
of Pavlov's dogs, got up and made a
speech. They were all one-sentence
shots, such as, "I hafta go to the bath-
room", or "I'd like to make a toast
to me."
My speeches seemed to go over pretty
well, though drawing no thunderous ova-
tions, but my wife was hitting me so hard
toward the end that she dislocated her
elbow. It was just as well, because by
this time I wasn't even getting up to
make my speeches.
Three nights later, last night, to be
exact, a friend and his wife asked us to
come down and celebrate his birthday. I
should have known better. At least, after
the first birthday party, I was able to
sleep in a bit on Saturday morning. But
this one was on a Monday night. We got
home at 3:15 and the alarm went off
at 7:15.
My old lady, who is down on the
voters' list as "housewife", didn't stir.
I stirred, and stirred, and stirred one
more magnificent time, and made it. It
was not one of my most inspiring dayson
the job . I'm afraid I didn;t make many
young minds flower. But I pulled through
on sheer dedication.
HoWever, it was a dandy party. Our
host was a captain in the German army.
His wife is a Scottish Belgian. Another
couple dropped in, In fact, it was the
perfidious couple who had held the first
birthday party. His wife is an English
war bride. And us. My wife is a nut,.
And of course, Courvoisier was there.
In large quantities. No he's not a French-
man with a big family. He's a liqueur
that looks like water and tastes like
burning coals.
But we had a great time, and sang
songs in German, French, Scottish, and a
few old English music-hall numbers like,
"My Old Man Says Follow the Van, and
Don't Dilly-Dally on the way."
we put a terrible dent in that French-
man and ate about four pounds of highly
aromatic cheese, and would probably still
be there belting out "Lill Marlene" and
"I Belong Tae Glasgie", had not our
host, with that German dash that makes
them win battles but lose wars, sprung
to his feet and announced that he was
going to bed.
That's what he thought. My wife couldn't
find our car keys. He had to drive us
home, after which she found them.
So, enough of birthdays, for a few
days. I wound up with two goliballs and
two headaches. My German friend was
luckier. His invitation was rather a spur
of the moment thing, so we had no chance
to buy him a gift, not even a ball for
golf, which he thinks is a silly game,
which it is when you play as I do.
My wife bought him a three-quart
jug of milk and a tie she bought at
the milk shop, (it was a real beauty,
as you can image), and a hamburger,
which she ate herself.
I was rather nonplused, but dived into
my tool box (he's a great carpenter, for
a doctor of philosophy) and came up
with a beautiful, rusty key-hole saw which
I had inherited from my father.
As I hadn't sawed any key-holes, rec-
ently, I didn't figure I'd miss it. And it
really is a beautiful little thing. A fam-
ily heirloom, you might say, It has the
blade which retracts and suddenly pops
out. A sort of 19th century switchblade.
I can tell you there were tears in
Karl's eyes as he ran his finger over
the teeth of that little rusty, dull beauty
and murmured something like "Lieber
Gott im Himmel."
I think that, in English, means some-
thing like, "Dear God, it's heavenly."
Never did I think that I'd see a captain
from Rommel's desert troops break
down like that over a simple little senti-
mental thing.
In fact, he was so touched that he
offered to come up and fix my picnic
table. And I suppose we'll have to have
a birthday party for the blasted picnic
table, which is three years old this
week.
Oh, well, maybe I can hack it for
one more birthday party.
dential chairman, and his can-
vassers we say congratulations
and thank you for a job well done.
May each of you, the canvas-
sers and those who contributed
so generously, feel a sense of
happiness through this sharing.
Yours sincerely,,
Jack R. Fearnall,
Captain
Campaign Director
Sir:
Thank you for a good job
of advertising. We get many
customers from your coverage.
Don Cramm
Pinkerton, Ontario
.air:
The recent announcement that
the Red Shield Campaign in Brus-
sels has reached its objective is
due to the generous response
made by so many in the area.
How wonderful it is to think
that there are those who have an
interest in bringing a measure of
happiness to the many who come
within the program of The Sal-
vation Army.
The Salvation Army would like
at this time to say thank you
for your generosity and co-op-
eration. The Wingham area,
which includes the town of Brus-
sels, has the distinction of being
the first in Canada to reach its
objective . A total of $6,398.02
has been collected, an all-time
high for this area.
To Mr. Cecil McFadden, resi-