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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, Published each Wednesday afternoon at Brussets, 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 $8.00 a year. Others $14.00 a year. Single Copies 20 cents each. UTAK woo 1.72 Brussels Posy Memorial will recognize service June is dairy month M son 28 offi we Ga Pa ace cer COL e vii Sand Mrs. famit Their frient fiftiet whirl 15th. was and was reni maw, man; scrol Prim Agri Onto Th Hare mart Wale pare Erne 'Mor resit SeVC of fa Bra: Mrs Wal Edg (Joy One in exti Yea a Ag tht two drt A Gi of tli fo th 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 al 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. kt Amen by Karl Schuessler Try an Israeli breakfast