HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1978-01-25, Page 4ISAAC EDWARD I Ted I GILL
Isaac Edward (Ted) GilJ of
R.R .#2. Bluevale died in Listowel-
Memorial Hospital on Monday.
Jan. 23. 1978 in his 72nd year.
Surviving are two da ughters
Jean, Mrs. Robert Hanna of
R . R Atwood Isabel, Mrs.
Wayne Deitrich of R.R./i3.
Listowel and one son George of
Atwood and five grandchildren.
'He was predeceased by his
parents. Mr. and Mrs. Wm, Gill.
The late Mr. Gill rested at the
Peebles Funeral Home. Atwood
where f unera l serv i ce an d
committal was held at 2 p.m, Oa
Wednesday with REv... E. L.
LeDrew of Brussels 'United
• Church officiating. Interment
followed in Mount Pleasant
:7emetery, Ethel.
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WHICH FOOD GROUP DOES THIS FIT INTO? — BlakeEvans (I)of Be!grave and
Allan Bridge, R.R.5, Wingham, and (on the far side of the table, ) Wayne Fear,
Brussels, Bryan Black, Belgrave and Jack Shiell of R.R.3, Wingham try to figure'
out which category of the four categories that are recommended by the Canada
Food. Guide that these foods fall into after Grace Bird, home economist with the
Ministry of Food and AGriculture spoke to the Belgrave Kinsmen at their meeting
held Wednesday night at the Queen's Hotel in Brussels. (Staff Photo)
Cranbrook Ladies Aid donates
Correspondent
Mrs. Mac Engel
887-6645
Mrs. Stuart McNair was
hostess for the annual meeting of
the Ladies Aid of Knox Church,
Cranbrook, with 16 adults and 3
children present.
editation "Thought in
Laughter" by Mrs. Veitch. Mrs.
Glenn Htlether led in prayer and
a poem "The World's Bible"
was read by Mrs. Wilfred
Strickler. The president Mrs.
Stewart Steiss presided for the
business. An encouraging
financial report was given by
Mrs. Jack Knight. It was decided
to give a donation ,of $50.to.Ewart
College and $300 to the Church
treasurer to help pay fuel and
hydro at the manse. There will he
a pot-luck dinner at the annual
meeting; date to be announced. A
Sugar and Spice
by Bill Smiley
One of the most pleasant experiences'in
the world, for those of us who, if not over
the hill, are at least sitting at the top
contemplating with a mixture of dismay
and scared exhilaration the slippery slope
we have climbed, and the greasy one we
are about to descend, is getting back to
normal after lurching through the "joys"
of the holidays that end the year.
And if one of my students gave me a
sentencelike that last one on composition,
I'd problaby tear it to ribbons for lack of
coherence and 'unity.
But perhaps those very things-coherence
and unity - are the things so lacking in the
holiday season, and to which we return
with a sigh of relief in the short cold days
and long cold nights of January.
We had a rather bleak Christmas this
year. Our hearts were in the right place.
but my teeth weren't.Several of them had
joined that little limbo where,your teeth go
when they decide to leave you to your own
devices, otherwise known as gunis.
put a good face on it,as it weref trying to
conceal from my wife, with her flashing
white teeth, my mental, spiritual and
physical humiliation at having to exist on
pea soup, soft-boiled eggs and medicinal.
brandy.
But it didn't work. We had the usual.
fight about the tree, finally getting it up
after four hours of recriminations, tears
and explosions of rage and frustration.
This year we put it in a bucket of wet
sand, after . years of trying. to set 'it up in
pails of coal, in various tree stands, and on
a flat board nailed to the trunk. As usual,
it toppled heavily in all directions but the
right one, and we had to tie it to the wall
with string.
Every year my wife says other people
get their tree to stand without using string.
And every year I defy her tc show me one
tree in town that isn't trussesd to the wall
in some way.
For Christmas dinner, I'd bought a fat
duck. But the old lady didn't feel like
eating an entire duck by herself. So we sat
around rather vacantly and stared at the
huge pile of parcels under the tree, which
could not be opened, of course, because 90
per cent of them were for "the boys," and
the boys weren't expected till the day after
'Boxing Day.
So the day they did arrive, noses .running
freely; we cooked the duck and a roast of
beef, and a happy time Was had by all,
trying to put front-end-loaders and fire
trucks and other plastic monstrosities
'together'.
YOU know there was Sornething to. be
Said for those old days during the
Depression 'When kids got a pair of mitts or
Sox and Maybe a la -cent bubble nine.
At least the adults didn't have to spend
hours trying to find parts for Tinker Toys
and Leggo and Sesame St. scattered all
over the living room. They didn't have to
try to get together stuff that would have
taxed Leoanrdo da Vinci.
However, the boys were a roaring
delight, as always, and their Gran spoiled
them silly. ,and their mother told me what
was wrong with my• entire attitude to
teaching (she's been at it three months and
has all the questions and most of the
answers). and their father drowsed quietly
during the piano concert that followed, and
yours truly ran Out every hour to screw, 10
inches of snow off the car.
But this is not normalcy. How joyous it is
to get back to the old, humdrum routine.
To hear that thrilling , drilling sound of the
alarm ,clOck at 7:15, totter to the bathroom
with arthritic joints giving out cracks like
maple trees in a deep frost, and to emerge
in three-quarters of an .hour, smelling of
shaving cream, tdothpaSte and honeSt
soap. another Chapter of a novel read.
How very pleasant it is to wade out to the
garage in the barely lighted morning, snow
flying in 'all directions, scratch the ice off
the inside of your windshield with your
finger-nails, and try to start the old beast,
which emits a couple of grunts like a lady
moose in labor , and falls totally,
unforgivably silent. .
How thrilling to get back to work, the
salvation of 'many a man and woman,, and
exchange witty repartee about losing your
boots at the New Year's Eve "party, and
whose snowmobile broke down, and why
Jack's nose is swollen with grog-blossoms,
and, how much white guck there is in the
driveway.
And then there's the delight of getting
home after work, and sitting down for one
of those intimate chats with your wife, who
tells you, at interminable length, how to:
place a "dart" in a pattern for sewing,
when all you know about darts is that it's
played in a pub.
And to discover,that for dinner you 're.
having hamburg and onions, which you
had in the cafeteria for lunch. And that the
bill for the furnace repairs came to $48. and
that the man wants 50 bucks to clean the
ice off the roof, and the paper boy claims'
you owe hini ter six weeks,
I don't know.about you, but I can't stand ,
too many Of these holidays the slothful
lying-in, in the morning, the staying ,up
until ante to Watch a late movie, the
one-hour coffee breaks morning and
atternOti,
Its debilitating It contributes to moral
delinquency, Far better the comfortable
horror of the' regular routine: of a Canadian
— THE BRUSSELS POST, JANUARY 25, 1978 Obituaries
SANDRA HOMEN
--Sandra Homen, 16 month old
daughter of Antonio and. Maria
Homen of R.R.2, Blyth, died
suddenly on Thursday, January
19th, 1978, in Wingham.
Born in Cambridge, Galt, she
came with her parents to this,area
two months a,go .
The body rested at the
M.L.Watts Funeral Home,
Brussels until Saturday, Janu ary
21st with Mass of the Angels at
11:00 a.rn. in St. Ambrose
R.C.Church, Brussels. Father F.
Hardy officiated.
Pallbearers were John and Toni
Loui'enco, Kevin Kellington and
Darrin Watts.
Tiannporary entombment was
in Brussels Burial Chapel.
MRS. CLARENCE HOLDEN
Mrs. Clai-ence (Kathleen)
Holden of Burks Falls, formerly of
St. Marys, . died after a long
$300
suggestion is to be made to the
Board of Managers that the
manse be listed-with a real estate
broker. Another-suggestion was
regarding new front doors for the
church. The pr esident will bring
this to the annual meeting for
discussion. The church cleaning
list was revised: Mrs.. Gary
Morrison and Mrs. John Vanass
were appointed auditors. Cards
and visits were recorded. The
officers for 1978 are as follows:
President - Mrs. Stewart Steiss;
Vice Pres. - Mrs. Earl Dunn;
Secretary - Mrs. Stuart
Stevenson; Treas. - Mrs. George
Smith; Pianist' - Mrs. Leslie
Knight.
An amusing portion from
, Stephen Leacock's Book of
Laughter was read by Mrs.
Veitch. The hymn "Take-Time to
be Holy" was sung in closing and
all repeated the .Mizpah
Benediction. Mrs Veitch and Mrs.
Huether assisted the hostess with
lunch.
Mrs. Mac Engel was a patient,
in Listowel Memorial Hosptial for
several days last week.
Mr. and. Mrs. Bill Muchain
London, visited Earl. Dunn in
Listowel Memorial Hosptial
where he was admitted . on
Friday,
Mr.- and Mrs.Wilfred "Stridkler
were in Toronto, for a few days
when Mrs. Strickler attended a
workshop for the Cancer Society.$
Miss Sandra Cameron was
home from Barrie for the
weekend.
Mr: and Mrs. Ken Miller
girls visited in Guelph on
weekend.
The Cranbrook young people
are holding a card party at the
Community Centre on Tuesday
evening. January 31.
illness, in Toronto on Saturday
evening.
She was the youngest-daughter
of Mrs. Ada 13rittain of Brussels
and sister of Mrs. Wm, (Lillian)
Moses of R.R,3, Brussels and
Mrs. Earle (Ada) Partridge of
Stratford.
JAMES M. SANDERSON
James McKenzie Sanderson
of R.R.2, Wroxeter, died _on
January 18th, 1978. He was 68
years of age.
He is survived by his wife, the
former Marguerite Bolger; three
sons, Jamie of Toronto, David of
London and Brian of Brussels;
five grandchildren; one brother
Rev. A.L.Sanderson of
Edmonton, Alberta; one sister
Mrs. Elizabeth Mercer of
Markdale and several, nieces and
nephews.
He was predeceased by two
brothers and one sister.
Funeral service was held from
the' Davidson Funeral Home,
Gorrie, at 2:00 p.m. on Friday,
January 20th.. Rev. 'Wesley Ball'
of Wroxeter United Church,
officiated.
Spring - interment . will take
place in Wroxeter Cemetery.-
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