HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1973-07-25, Page 2WEDNESDAY, JULY 25, 1913
_4,Serving Brussels and the surrounding community published each Wednesday afternoon at Brussels, Ontario
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Congratulations
Brussels has done it again! The
co-operation and enthusiasm, which
Rodeo Days called forth this week-
end reminded us of the great village
spirit which was in evidence at,last
summer's successful Centennial cele-
bPations.
Sugar and Spice
By •Bill Smiley
This summer, keep Ontario beautiful.
-I. Wee .ffeve•••• — — Je.
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The merchants and residents of
oh;e::small village have proved that
a Tittle imagination and a lot of
hard work can result in an enjoyable
weekend's entertainment and increased
patronage Of area businesses.
res on Main Street were
de_corated and'almost
orted western style cloth-
s like the Street Dance,
pole climb, Sunday's
akfast and the Mai tl and
le Club's Gymkhanna were
ed,
Steet is usually fairly
quiet on Saturday afternoons; .these
days people do their shopping on
Friday and head out of the village
on weekends. Last weekend's Rodeo
Days, like last summer's. Centennial,
proves-that people will stay in
Brussels, and come to the village
frsom surrounding towns and villages
when there are things of special
interest going on.
People probably discovered that
there are advantages to spending the
weekend at home - like avoiding the
traffic rush to the beach.
The Brussels Businessmen Assoc-
iation, and all those who partici-
Rated in Rodeo Days, should be con-
gratulated for their success in
providing an excellent show, right
here in the prettiest village in
Ontario
baititi stay , beta- textvicel0e
e*eitingehtgode tante tlitte-f:sanie' gate, nett ttintlayPi
" When I was yOung and ignorant and
life was forever, 'nothing bored me more
than i.fold.people" talking so much about
death.
As soon as my Dad received his hotne-
town weekly paper, he would flip to the
obituariet and read them to my mother,
interspersing the printed word with detri-
ments about the deceased.
Often the 'latter was a distant cousin,
or someone father had gone to school
with or someone he'd Worked for asaboy.
He'd recall where the dead person had
lived,. what he'd done and :some of his
peculiarities.
I couldn't imagine why my mother
could be• bothered littening. She didn't,
of course, She was much too buty
bustling around, cooking or. sewing' or
doing a wash. But the. pretended to, and
would drop in the occasional comment or,
correct him on a date. -
Now that I am old and not quite so
ignorant and realite the brevity of our
stay, I Can understand, It wasn't a
Morbidity on iny father's part. It was an
interest in, and awareness of, the fact that
death comes for us all, 'even for the
archbishop. He knew it Was doting In
on his generation,. quietly but relentlessly.
I -aril not about to start reeding' ohitua.
riet as a regular pre-dinner treat, but I
did read three lately, with a sense of
almost pertenal loss, though t didn't
know any of the three oinVelved", if
that's the word,
Joe E. BrOWn, The Wile means
nothing to, .young people today. 'But it
„recalled for me Saturday afternoon at
the matinee, alritett falling out of my
seat train laughing at the antics of this
great 'Clown,
Betty Otablei, She wai' never Unfelt
Of an actress, but she was a great
Weed personality, _ in the days when there
Were such creatures. Pin-up girl of
the western world beldre the centre-page,.
alt,hUde told-out was dratted, Of,
• Vereilida Like, Fell half in love With
her when I saw her first movie. She
CentriVed'to. look teay and sinful in the
dayS before bikinis and bra-A:eta bosoms,
tiroWit was an` Old thatia, Bilt'd•rable
and Like Were in their fifties; forgotten
by the' world but hot exactly dOtideritig.
Each had a distinguishing spetialty. -Joe E. frown hid a *Oath, about ..the size of
halt a -*aide melon, table had legs that
intPired an sort of itiSt at a
tithe when exposed travel would
have been ,Just : that:, tAke•Vere long,
blonde' hat over one eye.„ Bait the
girls in town went around half-blind try-
ing to emulate her hair-do.
My feelings of nostalgia were brought
'to a focus yesterday. my wife and I were
at the beach. She was flat out, turning
black under the sun, as is her wont. I
' was sitting up like a gentleman, in a
chair, carefully covered , but still turning
red in exposed areas, as is my wont.
Near us on the sand was a young
couple, very handsome, with a little
boy, very bad. He was bugging the life
out of them; kicking sand in their faces;
throwing cold water on their hot, dry
bodies; running 'off and having' to be
fetched; demanding that his father de six
things at once. ,But he was cute.
My wife watched, then asked nostal-
gically and tenderly, “Would you like to
. be, young again like that, with the little
ones?"
I thought carefully for ilor 13 seconds
and replied, ,iNo.''
I meant it. When I look at my flab, I'd
like to' be twenty, even ten years younger.
When my Seed wart is throbbing and my
burtitis in the shoulder is Writing like
acid, i rci like to be thirty yeart younger.
But when I think of the agony and
the ecstasy of starting all Otter again,
raising those kids, sanity speaks.
Days at the beach, sure, But, even
though watching thent like hawks, the
sudden disappearance of one , and the
frenzied running up and down, searching,
Until the child was .found playing! with a
dog, forty feet from the water.
Summer nights in a small'town, yes.
Until a tour-year-old vanished at bed-
tithe, and the frantid running around the
block,. calling wildly, knowing there was
a' deep ditch full Of Water; 'and the rage
when little miss was discovered watch-
ihg TV next door. NePe.
Sweating hut music fettiVal -ad juti
cators' remarks' I can do without.
Trying to steer out. Of drugs and Into
education I can Manage to give up.
I think I. Can even sacrifice Santa
Claus parades and tiding With tots on the
terris wheel at the midway.
No, I don't Want to be young again,
It's too hard on a Clia0. I'm saving What§s
lett for my grOndeitildreri.
We'll walk Ott the' heath, and in the
WM'S, And Itll answer,from my Pin'
nide of ignorance, all thOte ittipetSible
4ireittiMitt kid§ ask. And when no Stoa"t
teyi 4166 and ask your gtennie.'
teeth, ivicet, 6 IS thy sting/ bravei.
where is thy victory? It's' wet to be
getting old* Well, enyweyi oldet
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