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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1977-10-12, Page 5Pella- and Hunt Products. All Wood Or Exterior Clad Windows Patio Sliding Doors Exterior Steel insulated Doors Fore srnOoth operating and Maximum Insulating Value Come and see the Pella WindoW ati display at TENPAS CONSTRUCTION Phone 8814486 dt We are now taking orders for Family Rings Neck Names (gold or silver) Engraved 1.D bracelets for Christmag Ito avoid disappointment order now Don't forget our LAYAWAY PLAN With only 55 shopping days left Mill. ClitiStMaS, Audio Mayer Lloyd Jewellery ,St Gti ifts Where- Personal SerVied1S All 8 .BBA Tirahae.• • litiptittant THE .13KISSEL.S, POST, OCTOBER 1.2-1977 me rstandhlg, nce--that's really so imond I3B Sugar and Spice • . by Bill Smiley Perplexing questions Fivronview Mrs. Peck of Hensall and Mrs. Hazel Coutts of Seaforth were welcomed to the Home at. Monday's program. Elsie. Henderson, Norman Speir and Jerry Collins provided the old tyme music and helped to lead the sing-a-long. The program- for Family Night was arranged by Mrs. McQuaid of Seaforth and announced by Mrs. Hicknell. The McQuaid sisters lidacionna Ann Marie and. Carol Ann entertained with violin SOOS and trios as well as step dancing accompanied by .Mrs. McQuaid and Nelson Howe of Staffa. The Hicknell sisters Teresa and Margaret provided their own guitar accompaniment to sing several popular and. sacred numbers. Miss 'Marion Gray thanked the' entertainers on behalf of the residents. The. Over 90 Club met on Wednesday afternoon and the theme of the program was Thanksgiving. Readings were given by Miis Jackson, Mrs. Ramsay and Mrs. Hunking. A, guest of the Club Mrs. Josie. Cunningham sang two solo numbers and the Huronview Orchestra provided the music. The Walkerburn Club volunteers assisted with the activities. Bluevale Juveniles win championship need for us to remember that we have only one life to live and it will soon be past. Thanks be to God for his gift of Jesus, for when Jesus comes our way life takes on a different meaning. Only the things of God will last . We have the assurance of salvation through Christ. In setting our lives apart for God, whate'er befall, He gives us the victory in life again and again. God's ways satisfy. Walking with God we can face every tomorrow. Though we don't know what the future holds for us, we do know that God holds our future: Mrs. Wm. Elston thanked the speaker and presented a monetary gift. Mrs. Glenn •Golley opened this meeting with the call 'to worship, psalm 74, and words of welcome to visitors frem Belmore Presbyterian and Bluevale United Churches. Devotions were conducted by Mrs. Harvey Robertson. She used Scripture Reading Luke 17: 1.1 - 19, the story of the ten lepers, as a basis for her timely comments on Thanksgiving, reminding us that in all our abundance of good things we sometimes lose sight of God and forget to be thankfttl. We should alw ays express gratitude for our blessings and to all who h elp us in any way. Prayer concluded this devotional period. A solo, "Bless This House" by Larry Elliott, accompanied by Mrs. Wm. Robertson, added a delightful measure of enjoyment, to the occasion. Offering taken by Mrs. Elston and Mrs. W. Robertson, joyful singing of a hymn, dosing prayer by the president, and the usual follow-up of tea and ..refreshments terminated this interesting Thanksgiving Meeting, This week, I am perplexed by several questions, and I turn for possible answers to the only people in the world I can trust for honest answers: my faithful readers, all four of them. For example. By what editorial inanity does the Globe and Mail, which grandly calls itself Canada's National Newspaper, run on its front page a five-column by eight inches photo of PierdTrudeau getting his hair cut? What is the symbolism, the hidden meaning, the secret code, the deep, interpretive analysis, behind this picture? Can anyone help? Is Mr., Trudeau symbolically trimming his sails for a fall election? Is it to show that the P.M. is mortal, after all, and that his, hair grows, like that of us lesser beings? Perhaps ,it's a secret warning to Margaret that, despite talk of a reconciliation, he's not going to let his hair grow and become a flower child. I dunho, but it sure has me baffled. Next question. Where do things get lost to? It seems to me that my wife and I have spent more t ime this past summer looking for things than we have sleeping. Looking for things that were "Right there, right on that counter yesterday." Looking for things is one of the most frustrating, irritating pastimes in this materialistic society of ours. It has brought many a marriage to the teetering point, and' if the union was already teetering, pushed it over the brink. A couple of weeks ago, she lost the keys to the car. After a 12-hour non-stop search, no keys. Oh, we. had keys for the ether car, „the battered old Dodge. Only one catch. It was in the garage, and the keyless car was sitting right behind it, immovable. Twenty-four hours later, I called a lockpicking specialist. He was out of town, but would call me when he got back. Just before he did, and I had to fork out eleventy-seven dollars, the old lady found the keys, without looking. They were in the vegetable bin, with a turnip, a butternut squash, and a bag of cooking onions. It was certainly the logical place for them. Then my new black $10 belt went missing. It was the first belt I'd bought for 12 years, and I was rather proud of it. I knew it wasn't really lost, because I always hang it up with my ties. It was obvious that my wife, in her, eternal tidying, had stuck it away somewhere, as she so often does with things that I then cannot find. But she swore, as she always does, that she hadn't touched it, mentioning in passing that she was sick and tired of looking for things that I had lost. Naturally, words followed, in which the phrase "car keys" inadvertently popped out several times. But the myStery of the missing belt was readily solved when. I decided to wear my new, blue, fit-like-a-glove summer trousers. I couldn't find them. High or low. Then with a flash of intuition, I knew where my belt was. It was with the pants, Smile A woman interviewing a prospective family cook asked how much salary she expected. "That all depends," answered the cook. "Pia,,A peel. or thaw,?'' be cause I never unbelt, just hang the- whole works on a hook. • It was quite a relief to know where my, belt was. It was equally reassuring to know • that the pants were with the belt. But4,0?:' was slightly dampening to admit that both were lost, They still haven't, turned up. There are only two possibilities. One is that a pantless burglar crept into our bedroom, snatched my trews and crept off into the night, once more modestly attired. The second I don't even like to dwell on. The last time I had worn those pants, that belt, was to a party. It wasn't a strip poker party, but it was a fairly lively one. Did I do a strip tease and forget to redress my little., pecadillo? Did I tear them off on the way home from the party and throw them out the car window? Sounds silly, but the other morning I went out to get the morning paper, and there on my back walk was a pair of brand-new blue shoes, with thick white rubber soles, in a shoe-box, with only the lid missing. Only the Lord knows who, for what mad reason, in what temporary mental abberation, flang them there. But they are just my size and finders keepers. And this whole probe brings up the Case of the Missing Socks. What in the name of all that is unholy becomes of socks when they are put through the washer and dryer? They never go missing in pairs, always singles. I'll bet I have .nine single socks in my drawer, all different colors or knits. I've gone down with a flashlight and peered, a bit shaken, into the interiors of those machines,. No socks. • They can't go down the drain, or it would be plugged. Do they do a reverse Santa Claus and go up the spout of the dryer with. the hot air? It's a little frightening, as though someone were trying to tell me something. About my feet? Someone with a feet fetish: - Just one more question. Where were all the editorial writers who are now scream- ing about the stupidity of changing highway signs to kilometers instead of miles, when I was lambasting the whole metric-Celsius nonsense almost a year ago? Can you, gentle reader, do a fast bit of arithmetic in your head when you .encounter a road sign announcing the speed limit is 45 kilometers per hour? When your speedometer is marked in miles per hour? And will be for years to come? Will you happily pay your fine when the cop puts the big blue arm on you and claims you were exceeding the speed limit by seven k.p.h.? Must we all start driving with a calculator-computer in one hand? Now these questions, may not be as important as some: How old is God? How hot is it in hell? How long is a straight line? How far does a rolling stone? Whither the Flat Earth Society? Why does everyone pick on me? But they are, poor things, mine own, and I'd like some answers. Correspondent Mrs. Joe Walker , 357-3558 Congratulations to the Bluevale hi-County Juvenile Girls on winning their fourth game in Brussels Tuesday night. They won 2f1 - 17 over Belgrave to win the championship for the third consecutived year. They lost only one game this year. Mr. Stevenson presented them with the trophy. Rev. Wilena Brown conducted communion service in the United Church on Sunday., She chose for her text, " We are one inspirit." She said on this day we look back to the life of Jesus, also we are called to look, outward to people on This world-wide communion Sunday, who are remembering Jesus whose life was very different to ours. The same- Lord and spirit is expressed around the world in countless ways. We are challenged to go forward with a new faith. On Sunday, Oct. 16, Rev. Kaufman of Lucknow will conduct the service, Sunday School Awards were presented for the 1976-77 year last week with the Sunday school pupils :taking part. First year diploma, Cheryl Darlovv, second year, David Johnston, Julie ilicholson, Scott Johnston, H eather Wheeler, fourth year, Ian Johnstone, Stephen Johnston, fifth y ear, Bruce Johnston, Michael Fraser, Dean Nicholson, Donna Johnston, Julie Stamper, DAvid Wheeler, Debbie Johnston, Valerie Johnston and Karen Johnston, sixth"---year, Murray Hast ings and Arlene Johnston eighth year pin, June Stamper. Personals Mrs. Carl Johnston was An Woodstock last Monday to atend a class reunion of the 1938 graduating class of the Stratford School of Nursing and also to visit With Mr. and Mrs. Gordon Wilkinson of Stratford. Do you need some stimulation or inspiration to arouse a deeper involvement and an increased participation in your service to God, or in creating a greater' sense of fulfillnietit within yourself? Then you should have been in attendance 'at the thankoffering meeting of 'the W.M.g. of the Bluevale Presbyterian Cluirch when a very sincere message on "Tit is is My Life", flowed freely, entlitisiaStically and humourotisly from the lips of the key. Mr: 'Prank Bennett Of MOlesWorth, In his address ho emphasized the