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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1972-09-27, Page 2MUSSELS ONTARIO WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 27, 1972 Serving 13russels and the surrounding community published each Wednesday afternoon at BrtisSeis; Ontario by McLean Bros. Publishers, Limited. Evelyn Kennedy Editei, Tom Haley - Advertising Member Canadian Community Newspaper Association and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association. Subscriptions (in advance) Canada $4,00 a year, Others $5.00 a year, Single Copies 10 cents each. Second class mail Registration. No. 0562. Telephone 887-6641. it's Fall Fair time This is the time of year when town people and rural people share a common meeting place which pro vides an oPPortunity for each to learn a bit more of the activities of the other. It's fall fair time. Of course there is a continuing intermingling and exchange of ideas between town and country throughout the year. At the same time the opportunities which the fall fair provides do permit of a readier ex- change of ideas than otherwise would be possible. It is true that fairs don't change greatly from year to year. The basic interest lies in the exhi- bition of agricultural products and in the competition between high quality stock. But while these in- gredients are present at every fair, the difference between a good fair and a poor one frequently lies in the degree to which the program is planned and carried out. Not only is the fair a shoW window for agriculture, but it also reflects the activities of the town, as well as of the rural districts. CommerOial and industrial exhibits will crowd the Exhibition Hall to capacity. This balance between the product of the farm and the product of the store and factory make possible a rounded exhibition that attracts people of every occu- pation. Fairs, such as the Brussels Fair, well run, with a balanced program reflecting the changing interest of the community, deserve continued support. Sugar and Spice by Bill Smiley When I tottered downstairs last Sun- day morning, and my wife greeted me cheerily, and told .me to sit down, and brought me in a big glass of orange juice with a stiff belt of something in it, I was-as wary as a groundhog. I sniffed the air, wiggled my ears and peered about to see from what direc- tion the danger was coming. It's not that I'm suspicious by nature. Basically, I am a naive and trusting person. But this was too much. Something was up. While she sat down across from me, smiling in an uncanny fashion,I took a quick slug and let my mind ficker over the possibilities. She was going to divorce me. No, I just got a raise. She was going to buy a third piano. No. No place to put it, except in the wood- bin down cellar. She was going to have a baby. No, she's had a hysterectomy. Kim is going to have a baby and I'm going to be a grandfather and old. That seemed the most logical. "Do you know what day this is?", gently but firmly. My mind raced over birthdays, graduations and such, slip- ped a few cogs and finally ground to a halt. I knew. It was our anniversary. How could I have forgotten it, even though I'd forgotten it every year for twenty-five? Easy. The bride isn't any better. Every year, about two weeks after the date, one or other of us says, "Hey, we forgot our anniversary again." And look at each other and laugh. ' Some people make a tremendous fuss over wedding anniversaries. , It's as though they, were trying to recapture something lost forever. Husbands who either snarl at or ig- nore their wives for 364 days of the year arrive home with a n expensive present, or at least a bundle of flowers, on that sacred day. Reminded by their secretaries. Wives who spend the whole day in suspense, thinking "The rotten louse, He hasn't even called. He's for- gotten", smile, falsetoothed, through their tears, and crack open a bottle of vintage 1971 Canadian champagne. Many of these couples, who haven't exchanged a civil word for weeks, actual- ly go out to dinner, and even thrash around the dance floor in their. inimit- able 1930's, 40's, or 50's style, a threat of life and limb to all near them. A few of them actually have the stamina to press on from the ridiculous to the absurd, and make love. Next day, the glow gone, slightly hung, they become acutely aware again of such mundane things as heartburn, constipation, pot bellies, wattles, bald heads and crows' feet. And real life begins again. I'm not knocking anniversary `cele- brations as such. They're quite beauti- ful if the love and tenderness are still there. But if those elements are missing, the anniversary waltz is an ugly charade. Thank goodness we forget ours until it's too late to do anything but recall our Wedding day and laugh hilariously as we reminisce. Nowadays it's not, unusual to have two or three hundred people at a wedding reception, with a bar, dinner and orchestra fo r dancing. T h e bride has had eight showers before the wedding and the couple has amassed about two thousand dollars worth of gadgets and cash. We had about twenty at our wedding. A scattering of my wife's aunts and things. Nobody from my side, except a few old buddies to whom I'd issued the invitation, "Hey, I'm getting married Saturday at Hart House chapel. Why don't you drop around?" No reception. No bar. No orchestra. Music supplied by an old friend who played organ in a downtown bar. Dinner we had after the wedding at a crumby hotel In a small town. Alone. We drove about two hundred miles in a borrowed car. We had eighty dollars. No presents. It was raining all the way. We talked about highway conditions. But I wouldn't trade it, even though my wife wore flanellette pyjamas on our wedding night. At least we didn't have to smile and smile and smile at a host of people we scarcely knew. And here we were, some years later, Sunday morning. My wife had remembered our anniversary. She had bought each of us a present, and she handed me a piece of paper on which she had summed up the war. Her words: To Us "May we continue until death the battle which has raged for twenty-six years. "Always attacking, never retreating, shall we glorify in our victories, deny our losses. "Let us be constant in making our skirmishes as violent in intent as our One Big war, for we might lose courage, weaken in moments of apathy, flounder in surrender. "May we never be tortured by thoughts of love and peace, for these might lead the way to a glimpse of hope and glory." "Let us remain steadfast in the face of our single purpose. "we have fought a good fight .. " Hey, she's talking about our life to- gether. She's being ironic, and that's my field What's going on here? Then she handed me another piece of paper. Her words: "Along came Bill An ordinary guy you'd meet him on the street And never notice him "No that's not the part I mean. "I love him Because he's wonderful Because he's just my Bill. Suze." 4,-.0+4...,•••••••- Scaning the weeklies a busy time, due to the direction of the wind, but were able td save the other buildings near by, . - Miss Jo-Ann Burke, 19, Exeter, is the new Miss Midwestern Ontario and was crowned Saturday at the Lucknow Fall Fair. She will now compete, in the Miss Dominion of Canada contest in Niagara Falls next summer. The Wingham Advance-Times reports that the Lions Club has spent about $4,000 on various projects. - - - 50 year jewels were presented to long time members of Huron Chapter 89, Order of the Eastern Star when Mrs. T. A. Currie, PDDGM, of the Huron Chapter presented the pins to Mrs. Elizabeth Fuller and Miss Myrtle Beecroft, formerly of New London, Conn., a resident of Wingham since 1964 who also joined the Lodge in 1922. According to the Goderich Signal-Star and following the review of more than 25 applications and interviews with three of the more qualified applicants, the Goderich Re- creation Committee agreed to recommend to Council the hiring of D. W. Dymond as Goderich Recreation Director. In scanning the Zurich Citizens News we note that the Bayfield Lions Club donated $200 to the Scout group. - - - Mr. and Mrs. John Moddijonge, Exeter, will receive a bronze medal, certificate and a cheque for $500 from the Carnegie Hero Commission of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The posthumous bravery award on behalf of their daughter, Geraldine, who displayed extreme bravery in attempting to save the life of her friend, Janet Guenther. Both girls lost their flies during a South Huron District High School camping trip. From the Mitchell Advocate we gather that approval has been received by the committee in charge of the proposed Ritz Lutheran Villa, a new home for the aged in Mitchell. The Teeswater News reports that the Lions Club will purchase hockey sweaters and stockings for the Pee ,Wee hockey team and also tables and chairs for the Arena. Mr. and Mrs. Clayton Pfile, Dashwood, marked their golden wedding anniversary recently according to the Exeter Times-Advocate. — - Mrs. Lavina Keener marked her 87th birthday recently and Mrs. E. C. Appleton ob- served her 81st birthday at Exeter this week: - - -Jacob Kaschper, Lucan, 37-year-old designer of three racing shells used by Canadian oarsmen in the Olympic games, plies his craft on the south edge of the village. He flew to Germany and visted the Canadian crews. The Lucan builders shell proved superior to all others during the Olympic trials in Canada and for this reason were taken to Munich. The Blyth Standard reports that Mr. and Mrs. George Walker, Belgrave , marked their 50th wedding anniver- sary recently. The Forster family held a reunion on the farm of Mr and Mrs. Walter Forster, near Ripley, according to the Lucknow Sentinel, and during the happy occasion their . home caught fire and was destroyed in about 20 minutes. Cause is believed to have been from combustions- - . and Mrs. Jack Curran of near Lucknov,r, while visiting their daughter in Kingston lost their home and family possessions Friday morning of I last week. Firemen had •••••••••••••••••••••11..1,41,4041.••••••-•.,11•••••••••••