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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1976-06-09, Page 9BLANCHED PEANUTS 1 LB. FOR ONLY C La: Per Family) When You Present This Ad Personally At Coyle's Factory Outlet 260 TILLSON AVE:, AT COYLE LANE, TILLSONBURG Fresh Reasted Cashews, Peanuts and Mixed Nuts Light Sweet Chinese Walnuts Glade Fruifand Lexie Raisins OPEN WEDNESDAY, JUNE 30' With Specials throughout' the store starting at to tarn STORE HouRs: Mon.• to Sat. 9 a.m. ft) p.m. • ' 9 a.in. to 9 Children must be aoCompanied by an adult THIS OFFER EXPIRES AUGUST 7, 1976 WAKE-UP! SHAPE UP! WALK! • PaRTICIPaC11011, Walk a block:linlay. We hear life murmur or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that , reaches and towers, And groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." Earn more on your Get 4% on your regular savings. Pay no service charge on cheques if minimum balance of $1,000 is main- tained (and even if this balance is not maintained) you get 12 free cheques per quarter and pay only 10 cents for each cheque over the 12. Compare this with your average "savings ac- count" paying only 3% and costing you a service charge of 20 cents for every cheque. Special Savings (non ' chequing) accounts pay 8% per annum calculated on minimum monthly balance. Funds deposited prior to. May 15th and left on deposit earn full interest for all of May. TICIVRIA.d VG GREY 4 ernemberin.g•• What's .so rare as a -day in June? ByW. ..Strong Recently the writer chanced upon a memorial volume of verses, the work of Mary E. McCullough', an Eastern Ontario poetess who died at;the early age of twenty-seven. She had power to capture her thoughts in expressive imagery and pin them down with words of sharp emotional content. Despite 'minor defects rising mostly from youth' and impatience with the discipline imposed by language and verse form, her poems awakened memories of 'my youthful days back home. In very truth, the farm was a place far removed from the seethings and tensions of the market place. She , wrote, "I hanker for the smell of mois, brown soil, The blur of leafing maples in the gloom, The plaintive call of killdeer through the rain. I long to see the clover-field in bloom, I ache to watch the spring-time come again In that small part ..of Canada I know. E'en now I see the swallow wheeling low O'er ,the shining meadows; springing grass:- Is soft and green; and by the orchard gate • White petals brush the cheeks of all who pass." Small streams born of highland springs come singing down the hillside running full in their narrow beds, falling over stoney ledges into shallow pools where white froth makes a picture in the sun. Brooks tumble seaward -and, where the current eases, ripples play around flat stones often forded by a country urchin on mischief bent. There is joy in the singing waters. On a warm spring day one loved to stand by the hurrying stream anti listen to its joyous spell. Its music blended with the spirit of the season. On a mild, mellow, sun-bright day, after the seeding was done and before the cattle were put out to pasture, fathers set out to check the rail fences. It was traditional for farmers to walk their boundaries together, each on his own side to make certain that the fences were in good repair for the season. They believed in the truth of the old adage, "Good boundaries make good neighbours." In certain fields, men and boys long years ago piled stones- to form fence bottoms as they made ,,a_farm in the wilderness. Frost toppled the uppermost stones and each spring they had to be replaced. It was not an unpleasant task on a. sunny day when one could take time to see and hear nature at work too. Often his wanderings took him to the woodlot where maples and elms, beeches and oaks formed cathedral arches `through whose leafy canopy the warm sun filtered, The shadowed evergreen grove was a peaceful sanctuary where one could recharge the batteries of the heart. Among the more significant phenomena ,of our era is ,the disappearance of walking as a form of locomotion except on such occasions when some I organization sponsors a walkathon. In event you have forgotten, walking is a process of placing one foot ahead of the ,other for the purpose of moving towards some objective. Mr. Webster's definition, "to proceed without running, to move or go on foot for exercise or amusement," is applicable to one who knows the joy of walking, Spring makes for walking weather. 'After dawn and before sunset her warm hand blesses the countryside. Walking to school and walking home again, wereparts of the day the young country citizen apparently enjoyed. There are those .who look back over the years and remember the fun of walking, when a mile or two did not loom as a heavy task. Along hundreds of country roads, boys and girls with lard pail for lunch bucket trudged in sunshine and in rain, lookin gupon it as a• normal part of living. There was always something new to see if one had the time; buttercups in the shallow ditches, dandelions fringing the dusty road, blue iris in the limpid stream waving handsome flags, wind-torn cat-tail heads standing among lithe sedges and fronded ferns, violets and wild strawberry ,blooms,. In the . morning song sparrows tossed their calls to all and sundry. Barn swallows swooped and swirled.r Breezes swept across the meadows to cause ripples to run before the wind like green waves. Hedgerows were filled with the fluttering of young birds. The anxious calls of the robin were heard as her young tumbled from , their nest and awaited their, parents' , return with food for breakfast. Young pheasants followed their mother around field edges. Wild whistling blackbirds with scarlet epaulets circled before coming to rest among the pussy-willows and swaying reeds. The tapping of a woodpecker on a resonant dead limb accentuated the peasefulness. Blue jays bugled across the countryside. On a breezy day the telephone wires strung on grey, weathering poles sang a haunting song. On his way home, a fellow could often take time to explore the woodchuck's hole, to check on that big, black snake that lived by the culvert or peer through the floor boards of the bridge over the creek' to see if that pig trout was still there or just, listen to the frogs' melody. But many children don't walk to school anymore. An aging male watching a big, yellow bus go by wishes that boys' and girls could know the fun he had half a century ago and more as he walked a , country road, barefooted, with white dust puffing to his knees. At the end of a busy work-day, a quiet evening was .a time much to be relished. It was good to sit in the old rocker on the front veranda or back-porch and absorb the peaceful, serenity of the occasion. Many of the sounds4 the day had faded. The sunset painted a lustrous picture in the western sky. All too soon shadows inched. their way down from the slopes to bivoucac in the hollows. The flaming colours changed to pastel shades of greys and blues, pinks and purples. During this 'interlude between day and night there was something that relzed the tensions of the day's' activities. Chimney swifts staged their evening -aerial circus while fire-flies danced a dot and dash ballet. From the orchard behind the house the robin's evening song seemed to blend with the spirit of the coming darkness.; AtOp the garden fence, a whip- poor-will suddenly began tossing his calls into• the dusk. A dog barked across the field. Cow-bells from the night pasture made m ournful sounds. In the village, the church bell tolled its unhurried notes that carried far. At length he lifted tired eyes to watch the darkness deepen and slowly he withdrew to the wholesomeness of the, lamp-lit kitchen. How many' remember - the staccato rattling of the grey, weathered, wooden planks in the old liridge over the cree? • Riemember the sound of the wood -sawing gasoline engine as farmers worked up the woodpile in the back yard? Remember the old cherry, kitchen table where you as a young gaffer turned the crank of the cedar churn and listened for the clunking, monotonous sound that meant that the butter had finally come? How many recall the lusty crowing of bold chanticleer, the impatient whinny of the horses as you Opened -the stable door, the squealing of the pigs awaiting , breakfast or bawling calves at milking-time? Gone are many of the voices that were part of the great symphony of yesteryears. The rauscous hoot of the diesel •blasts ,the peaceful air instead of the long, lonesome-sounding whistle of the steam locomotive echoing from the hill and spreading across the field. The sharp, impatient honk of the auto horn—, has dispiced the friendly greetings of men passing each other with horse and buggy. City bound folk miss the mystery of meteor showers. In the vast astral spaces of our universe, the shooting stars - pieces of metal or rock-hurtle through far places to burn out as they plunge into the upper layer of our atmosphere. One longs to go out on a., quiet, peaceful, starry evening to watch these celestial fire-works. June is the story-book month when days grow longer and are filled to overflowing with happy moments. children burst with energy and laughter. Plants grow tall and, green, roses unfurl their petals right before their eyes and polka-dot strawberries, plump and rosy, taste sweeter than they've ever done before After each rain, watch for the rainbow. Many recall the words of Lowell who wrote, "What is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries earth if it be • in tune And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen; - TRUST COMPANY SINCE 1889 D. N. Lefebvre, Manager Listowel, Ontario • macland MACLAND WALL SYSTEMS CONCRETE FORMING CONTRACTORS P.O. Box 130 Wingham, Ontario CONCRETE WALLS BUNKER SILOS HOUSE FOUNDATIONS 357.3182 ORGAN SPECIAL Save $100.00 on-the ideal first organ Galanti X-300 Featnring one finger chords, '6 rhythms, 2 key boards, base pedals, etc. and our special price is only $995.00. 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