The Brussels Post, 1977-06-15, Page 2To the editor
Brussels fair
plans activities
Sir:
The officers and directors met in the
Library Monday evening with President
Graeme Craig presiding. The Brussels
Agricultural Society has not been and is not
dormant. They and the ladies division work
hard to improve conditions at the Fair
Grounds and to come up with an excellent
show in all departments or classes on Fair
Day.
This year there will be an excellent Fair,
weather permitting. The prize list for 1977,
will soon ,be out and mailed to interested
exhibitors. Every Organization needs
money to finance their activities.
May I explain to the public why the
Walter Ostanek Dance is being held in
Atwood Community Centre. Last year we
were not sure that we could hold .the Dance
'in Brussels Arena until 3 or 4 days before
the date set, and the same situation might
have occurred this year. The orchestra had
to be booked last Fall, and the place and
date set. We cannot accommodate as large
a crowd in Atwood, but our expenses and
Work involved are not as great as they were
at Brussels Arena. Atwood is not far away,
and we need the support of our local
communities to keep the Brussels Fall Fair
alive and succeSsful. We hope that there
are many local people who won't mind
going to this dance in Atwood. Next year
there should definitely be accommodation
in BruSsels for our Fall Fair Dance. Please
don't let the' Fair Board down;, and don't
accuse us of being inactive Or dormant.
Graetne Craig, President
Edwin Mattin, Secretary-Treasurer
In every community there are those unsung heroes
who quietly go about their work seeking no publicity,
no acknowledgement other than the satisfaction of
having been helpful. And in most cases that is all the
recognition they get.
Then there are the families that,in some cases for
several generations, lived in Brussels and played a
leading role in district activities but who now,
because of death or removal to far areas are
remembered only by older citizens. Their
contributions to the community in years past are
unknown to citizens of today.
But in Brusselsithis no longer need be the case. A
committee of the new arena organization has come
up with a novel plan that not only can perpetuate the
memory of those who otherwise may be forgotten'but
at the same time assist the arena campaign.
A memorial is being established and will be
located in the new arena in which will be recorded
those names which have been nominated by donors
of amounts of $500 to the campaign. In this way
individuals and organizations may ensure permanent
recognition of many who otherwise perhaps would be
forgotten.
Details of the memorial book are contained in a
statement on Page 8 of this issue.
!MORSELS
ONTARIO
WEDNESDAY, JUNE 15, 1977
Serving Brussels and the surrounding community,
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One thing you can't knock in Israel, is
their idea of breakfaSt. Now, most of the
time when you pay for your room abroad,
that includes your breakfast. And the best
you can expect is a continental style
one--coffee, toast and rolls. And if you're
lucky, a little jam- or butter.
But the Israelis don't settle for the
continental or one of those corn flakes and
milk breakfasts. Neither do they go heavy
and weigh you down in fried potatoes, eggs
and bacon.
Instead,' every morning at the dining
room of the Orgil Hotel in Jerusalem, a
young fellow named David, who always
wore a Jewish skull cap, and a woman
'named Rachel laid out on the counter a
breakfast banquet buffet. Juice. Hard
boiled eggs. Sliced tomatoes. Cucumbers.
Cottage cheese, rolls, tea. coffee.
I never talked that much with those two.
About all David knew in English was
"Good Morning". Rachel was even worse.
'She didn't know a word. But after fiddling
and fumbling around with our hands in
much sign language; she let me know she
was a ChristianrHow? She bowed her head
and crossed herself. Ahh!! That rung the
church bell. We both laughed. We both
understood. And every time I saw her ever
after, she wore a big smile and crossed
herself. That was the signal Rachel and I
had going between us. Not much. But in its
own way, 'she said a lot.
For twelve mornings, I ate my Israeli
breakfast brought on by David and Rachel.
You'd think I'd start to get tired of that
fare. For the truth is, it was the same
menu each morning. David and Rachel
didn't know how to make anything else.
Just cook the eggs good and hard; Peel the
Oucumbes. Slice the tomatoes. Dish out the
cottage cheese. Heat up the milk.
Yes, the milk. Good warm milk, I think
David and Rachel intended it for the coffee
and tea: But they•had plenty of it in a tall
pitcher. So I helped myself to a cupful or
two each morning.
What a morning drink! Smooth and
soothing. It took me back to thy Dad, and
home. He said warm milk was what a
stomach needed on sleepless nights. It
Was more than once =- oti my way in from a
late date — I found him in the kitchen
Where lie was stirring hp° that sedative to
get him back to sleep: At the time I
wondered how my dad could drink hot milk,
straight. And now here I was in Israel,
warming myself up in his tracks. Only this
Milk in Israel Was for Wake-up tithe, not
sleep-in time. But I figured I needed the
extra comfort to face the day -- one more
day of going in wrong directions, fighting
my way through strange languages and
haggling with taxi drivers over cab fares.
You'd think I'd get tired of the same
breakfast that David and Rachel put out
before me. But no. I figure it was up to me
to vary my menu. I didn't have to go all hog
and eat everything in front of me. I could
have tomatoes one morning and cucumbers
the next . Cottage cheese one time and
hard boiled eggs another: Jam today.
Butter tomorrow.
But I'm not li ke that. I eat everything
put in front of me. I ate a full course
breakfast every day. It was' on the house,
wasn't' it?
My wife kept telling me this wasn't
breakfast. This was lunch. Good. Then
• 'have some lunch I told her. And with the
way we were spending' money So fast in
Israel, I told her this could well be her
breakfast -- and lunch--together.
I noted on David and Rachel's counter,
all the ingredients for a packed lunch.
There it was -- right in front of our eyes.
But that would be going too far. Slipping
out with' a few\ extra eggs - - and rolls.
Absconding with tomato and cucumber
slices. Getting not only bed and breakfast,
but then lunch too. Never! That wouldn't
do at all at the Orgil Hotel. I couldn't dare
ask for a doggy bag. They knew I didn't
have a dog in my room -- much less one
that dined on tomatoes and cucumbers.
But-let me tell you. Packing a lunch from
an Orgil breakfast did cross my niind. Not
°ride but every
I'resisted. I knew there
was ebcroenakafnaisict
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lunch at the market place. Filled with
reaches, plums, strawberries, oranges and
grapefruit I could choose from all kinds of
:things. could squee2e the 'grapefruit to
see how fresh it Was. could bargain over
the price. Worry if I. was paying tourist
pride. Top price. Wonder what on earth a
kilo was, Why couldn't they stick to
poittids? Fumble through my money and
'try to convert cents to liras. Wonder if I
should buy that roll, so wrapped and
so out in the open. •
The market place for lunch Was going to
take lots of my energy: No wonder I dug
into the Orgil's breakfast. For good
measure I ate an extra egg and extra sliceS
of tomatoes. I had to gather extra calories
fel' the upcoming battle of daily bread for
Witch.
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Amen
by Karl Schuessler
Try an Israeli breakfast