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MUSSELS_
ONTARIO
WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 21, 1972
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A busy year in Brussels
As 1972 draws to a close,
Brussels area residents can look
back on twelve months filled with
activity.
Highlighting the year, of
course, was the Centennial program
in July and the months of preparat-
ions that went before and which con-
tributed to such an extent in the
success of the birthday party..
During the year, too, the
village has taken exploratory steps
that can have far reaching effects
in the years to come by the provision
of facilities that can make Brussels
an even more attractive place in
which to live. Discussions are going
ahead concerning installation of
sewer facilities and the wide in-
terest indicated in senior citizen
housing can be expected to result
in provision of this type of accom-
modation in the not too distant
future.
The recreational facilities
which the Maitland Conservation
Authority contemplates in Brussels
recognize the natural advantages of
the Maitland River and the contri-
bution it can make as it winds through
the village.
We here at the Post also are
completing a busy year during which
it has been possible to introduce
improvements which reflect the modern
outlook and activity which is typical
of Brussels today. This has been
possible, of course, only through the
co-operation and support not only of
the business community but of citizens
across the district which the Post
serves. We are most appreciative of
this support and as we move into a
New Year we are hopeful that the con-
tribution which the Post makes will
merit a continuation of such support.
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Don't be surprised if you don't get a
Christmas card from me this year. Just
keep expecting,, and it may roll in some-
time between Valentine's Day and Easter.
I wish I could blanie it on the postal
workers, who are the latest villains in
everybody's piece, but I must be honest
and blame it on the Smileys.
Dilatory, procrastinating and just plain
lazy are adjectives that could be applied
to us with impunity. And even with relish,
if your tastes lie that way.
As I write, I can see from the corner
of one eye 140 exam papers to be marked
in three nights. As I glance from the
opposite corner of the other eye, I can see
a blizzard that has been going on for six
hours. Neither of these sights is inclined
to make one's goose hang high.
However, ''Life is the life" as my
daughter remarked at the age of six, and
it's been a family motto ever since. I'm
not sure what it means, but there is some-
thing very profound behind that simple
observation.
It's really my wife's fault that
Christmas is not all teed up and ready
to be sliced into the rough.
Normally, she's sitting around
brooding about Christmas, this time of
year. But this year she's sitting around
brooding about NOT brooding about Christ-
mas.
How could anybody blame the poor kid
because she's not fretting about the holiday
season? She has this teaching position,
you see, and there simply isn't time to
worry about anything else. It's a tremen-
dous load.
She has to get up at the crack of
about 8.30 to put her hair in curlers, you
see. Then she has to trudge through the
snow for 94 yards, snow-plowed, to get to
work. There, she teaches for 35 solid
minutes. Most of the afternoon is spent
preparing next day's lesson. Most of the
evening is spent in deScribing to me the
horrors and delights of her "day" in the
classroom. Who has time to worry
about Christmas decorations, cards and
such?
Sot we have once again made our
annual vows. No cards, no Christmas
presents, no time-Constiming, silly decor-
ations,
I can just see us now. December 22nd
we'll be up all night writing cards, licking
anci stamping envelopes. On Deoeinher
23rd, we'll be dashing around town, pawing
through the left-overs for gifts. And on
Join the people you like so
much and say hello to a
sparkling New Year! To all our
good
patroris our fondest gratitude.
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December 24th, I'll be taking the name of
the. Lord and most biological functions in
vain as I try to prop up a skimpy tree
with a butt as crooked as the leg of a
goat. The tree, not me.
On Christmas Eve, when most people
are going to church, or listening to
carbls, or sitting by the fire, I'll be in
the kitchen, up to my elbows in turkey
dressing. I always get this job.
And I know why. Nobody can turn out
a stuffing like yours truly. I like it neither
dry nor soggy, but moist, and with alife of
its own. I use the standard ingredients:
fried onions and celery, bread crumbs
(real, not bought), and a good dash of
everything in the spice cupboard, from
tabasco sauce to chili powder.
Add half a pound of butter, melted.
Toss in some ground chicken or turkey
gizzard, with the water it's been boiled in.
And every time you have a shot of rye,
give the turkey one.
That means that you'll get up in the
morning on equal terms, and after the bird
has got over his hangover, you'll have a
real, live bird, with a personality all his
own-, on your hands. It does wonders for
the inhibited dinner guests, too.
I've heard good teetotalers say, after
three helpings of my dressing, ,'Wow, one
more of those and I could fly", It's most
distressing when they try it. Keep a firm
hand on the gravy boat When this occurs.
One must, of course, be temperate in
making this dressing. One year I had a
turkey so high he got up and tried to fly
off the platter as. I was carrying him in
from the kitchen. That's what I told my
wife, anyway. She claims it wasn't the
turkey's fault that it wound up on the
kitchen floor, in a pool of grease, With
twelve starving people waiting.
But I'M getting away from my theme,
whatever it was. Oh, yes. Christmas
cards.
Well, a few special ones maybe. To
0.G.Alexander of Chicago. Reads my
column in Kincardine News. Has taught
school for 45 years and is still aliVe.
Stout chap!
To Mrs. '17, Gerlach of Stettler, Alta.
I agree with you about welfare and titiem-,
ployment bunis, but keep happy.
A special hello to Ram Sawchtik who
said of the Carillon News, ((Paper wouldn't
he the same without his column."
And to everyone elSe who reads this
column: God bless, chaps. Keepfighting..
Life is the life. merry chrithias.
Sugar and Spice
by Bill Smiley