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The Brussels Post, 1975-06-11, Page 2AM, BRuspEko ONTARIO larvae in case gBrussels Post WEDNESDAY, JUNE 11, 1975 Serving Brussels and,the surrounding community. Published each Wednesday afternoon at Brussels, Ontario by McLean Bros.Publishers, Limited. Evelyn Kennedy • Editor , Dave Robb - Advertising Member Canadian Community Newspaper Association and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association. Subscriptions (in advance) Canada $6.00 a year, Others CCNA $8.00 a year, Single CopieS 15 cents each. Our noisy majority Groundhogs it's popular now to criticize Canadians for being part of the silent majority. The silent majority, an American term, is used to desbribe the great number of ordinary citizens who don't say much about the decisions that are being made by governments that affect their lives. But there certainly is no silent majority in Brussels. The people of Brussels and area are alive and well and looking after their own interests, thank you. When it looked as if a flood plain plan proposed by the Maitland Valley Conservation Authority would put a good bit of downtown Brussels as well as some good farm land in Morris and Grey townships under strict flood control regulations which might prohibit construction, Brussels and area citizens had a public meeting. The large crowd at the meeting. were upset about the fact that the decision to designate much of the land in Brussels as a flood plain was made without consulting them. Out of the meeting came the formation of the Brussels Flood Plain Committee, a group which intends to present a brief, outlining its objections to the flood. plain plan to the Minister of Natural Resources. It's a good move. Certainly there are councils which were elected by the people of Brussels, Morris and Grey to represent the' interests of the people. But municipal councils have very heavy workloads and have to be concerned with the day to day running of their municipalities. There is always room, we think, for a group of citizens who have the time and interest to thoroughly document their position on why decisions like the one that in effect puts downtown Brussels "under water", should be changed. The only way that people can make sure that decisions Which will make big changes in their lives' aren't made without consultation in some office in Toronto or Ottawa, is to speak up. That's what the people who question the flood plain mapping are doing and we say, good for them. Marsh World Ducks Unlimited (Canada) MOBILE HOMES — Caddis fly larvae, the aquatic stage of somewhat inconspicuous, mothlike in- sects, are noted for their construction Of protective cases. These cases, from which the head pro- trudes, may be built from bits of leaves, twigs, grass, sand, seeds or other debris cemented together by a substance produced by glands in the front portion of the body. ta7 -14 Amen by Karl Schuessler If there's something I can't stand, it's growing older. I have absolutely no patience for that. No wonder I'm running so fast. I don't want it to catch up with me, But then when I saw Otto Kunz last Sunday, had to stop a second. Take a look and listen. For I was talking to a 79 year old man who's now living at the Ritz Villa in M itchell. The place is for--now how shall I say it?- I don't like any of those names -- senior citizens, golden years, retirees, sun setters or just plain old folks. But call Otto whatevet you will, I've never seen him look finer. Or fitter. Or happier. And laughing so much. ' When Otto left the farm last fall everyone wondered how he'd manage in his new ritzy quar .ters. With house rules. Time schedules and eating hours. For as a bachelor Otto never catered to clocks and cliques. • But Otto tells me he's never missed a meal there.He 's always been on time. Everyone, wondered if Otto would learn to wear slippers and Sunday shoes all week. For as a hired man for over fifty years, he wore rubber boots on the farm and in the barn. And once in the house, he'd pull off those boots and shuffle around in his woolen socks. But Otto's smart, He knew boots wouldn't fit in at the Ritz Villa. So he left them behind--at our house. And last Sunday when he came over to visit for a few hours, he said we could keep them for good. He doesn't want them anymore. He's only now starting to wear out shoes he's owned for years, Everyone 'wondered if Otto would tire of nothing to do, For evert at 78 he plowed fields and stacked wood and took care of the cattle and horses in the barn. But Otto claims he's got enough to keep him busy. Walking into tOwn. Watching TV. Beading the newspapers. Visiting; Dozing. Napping. Watching other people work, Watching young boys plant trees on the grounds and knowing they weren't doing it right. He figured the trees wouldn't live. And most Of them didn't. We wondered if Otto could still keep a case of beer under his bed and limburger cheese on has boom &torn table --jttst like he did back at the But he's done even better. His beer keeps cold in the Villa's refrigerator. And the cheese gets special attention--wrapped up in extra heavy papers so it won't stink up the places We wondered if Otto would put up with all that clean stuff. For all his life he lived without benefit of inside toilet, shower or bathtub. But no worry. Otto's gray hairs gleam to a silver n ow. His hands are smooth.And his nails clean. He rubs his hands together and " like a doctors. looks at them, "Smooth," he laughs, just "And I don't wear out the knees of my pants anymore, only the seat." By sitting on a church pew too. And that's something he hasn't done much either in years. For Otto never did get out much. Without car. Without relatives in this country. Without many friends. But now church comes to him. In the Villa's chapel. Entertainment comes his way too. recitals. Whe local people and parties. eopie put on concerts and I could see that the first 78 years of his life Were never like this. In carpeted comfort. In thermostat heating. In automatic washers. In bOwls 'of fresh grapes and oranges on the lounge area tables, And When Otto told me it He threw his head back, slapped his knees and roared, "I've killed many was time to go back to the Ritz, I poured hi ma glass of wine, I told him it was *called cold duck. a mine never ended up cold—in a bottle.d u ck but He k ducks sk were his ]lead iadi d couldn't believe what l spsoockOrnmiynghetaod . We too. I couldn't believe what"otO raised Our glasses. I toasted' "TO Ottol Long May he live at the Ritz best P yeorll.eonvinced. 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