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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Brussels Post, 1978-05-03, Page 2SITAINAMOD tova gl3russels Post SOMEI,S ONTARIO WEDNESDAY. MAY 3, 1978 Serving Brus'sols. and the surrounding community. Published each Wednesday afternoon at Brussels, Ontario bV.McLcan Bros .Publishers Evelyn Kennedy - Editor Member Canadian Community Newspaper Association and Ontario Weekly Newspaper Association Subscriptions (in advance) Canada $9.00 a Year, Others $17.00 a Year. Single Copies 20 cents each. eNA Us and them Spingtime's here For most people in this country, the problems and concerns of the rest of the world have had no more relevance than an academic .exercise, or a crossword puzzle.. Oppression, inequity and corruption happen elsewhere, not here - so Canadians don't get excited about democracy in India, civil 'war in Africa, economic colonialism. in South America, or even moral crises in the United States. But now things have changed. •In India, foxmer prime minister Indira Ghandi refuses to testify before a commission she calls unconstitutional. Here at home, federal Solicitor- General Francis Fox wouldn't release docuMents to the Keable Commission examining RCMP wrong- doing , for the same reason. - Former U.S. president Richard Nixon's "dirty tricks" squad sent out fake ,documents tb discredit his opposition; the .RCMP did the same to the FLQ. 'To a barrage :of moral indigantion, Lougheed Aircraft revealed sordid practices of bribery of other governments; MasseyFerguson and Atomic Energy of 'Canada Limited 'turn out to have similarly dirty linen to air. More than one struggling Third World nation has had its precarious economy staggered by financial decisions of multi-national corporate giants; now Quebec has been sent reeling by Sun Life. And it was easy to hurl accusations of "support for terrorists" when the World Council of Churches 'made grants to, liberation movements in far-off Africa; now the WCC also funds Canadian native organ iztions So let's quit kidding ourselves. Let's stop dividing the news into "us" and "the-m", into "world" and "local". Because both are really the same. For the future, we can't hope to improve the world unless we clean up our own act. Nor, any more, dare we boast of our own salvation while letting the rest of the world go to hell. (The United Church) To the editor:` 50 years ago' this week in 1928, most Cranbrook residents were awakened every • weekday morning about 6:45 A.M. by an old 1923 Ford truck nearly loaded with 16 cans of fresh cow's milk, in 8 and 30 gallon cans, on the Way to the cheese factory. This was situated One and a quarter miles north and one and a half miles east of Cranbrook on Lot 21, Con. 9, Grey Township, just east of the new grader shed. 21.. patrons shipping the fresh milk were servied by this truck, all the way from Con. 16 to Con. 9 Grey, along the Cranbrook Sideroad and coticeSsions. The farmers were paid145c per 100. lbs. at 3.5 test and cheddar cheese was brought back for their home Use for 14e a lb. and, all the whey they. Wanted for pig feed, Wni. Thompson from Atwood was the "tester,", and inspector. Dar Perth and Huron County's' •factories. Mr. Thompson Said this was the first tithe he had ever .seen a route brought in by truek. Most 'of the' milk was My what the pitter patter of little feet can do to the peace of the home. Especially when you, have 32 little feet doing the, pitter pattering. No it isn't a miracle of modern maternity, or a major adoption project Out at Muddy Lane Manor, just a crop of eight little puppies. Or at least they were little but they're doing their' best to remedy the situation. It had never been one of my great ambitions to have pups wandering around. Throughout my life I've been very sexist when it came to dogs. We always had a male dog or we didn't have a dog at all. When we lived in town we just didn't have a dog because we felt dogs should have space to run and we didn't have the space. Indeed when we moved out to the manor the wife wasn't sure she still wanted a dog. She'd never had a dog when she was growing up and to her cats were the only pet worth hav-ing. Still eventually she decided. that she'd give a dog 'a try (she's a sucker for any kind of animal) and it was she who actually picked out our first dog, an animal of indeterminant origin which the village officials had found running the streets and captured. The man in diarge of such things as getting rid of unwanted dogs just couldn't do it with this one because he was so appealing so he kept him, hoping someday he would find a home for him: When he brought Jack (our children named him after a dog in their favourite television series) out to the farm it was one of the most warming experiences one could take part in. Suddenly after being cooped up. in town he had the run of many acres and the love of three children. He was a great first dog and rather spoiled us. He never got into trouble and never strayed from home as -far as we could figure Out. But one day last fall he suddenly just disappeared in the middle of the afternoon and we never' saw him again. 'Suddenly after many members of the family not being sure they wanted a dog at all they fotind they had a great longing for a dog. So when we learned through 'a family connection of some Labrador RetreiVer pups tO be given away we took.a look. They were both female but ah what the heck. ' That "ah" 'what the heck" was last; fah. This winter we found out what the heck. One day the dog started. acting strangely and, shortly afterwards a Germanig Shepherd. ook up residenCe just outside, the kitchen., door. He stayed there, with the odd break for food or whatever, • for the next 10 days. . When it brintight in by teant and Wagon, softie farmers brought in their own even in buggies. By Aug. 1928 there were 3 trucks hauling rottteS in Mr. Thompson's territory, This 1923 truck was bought front Seafettli for $128.00 with license, PriceS today have changed: Ask any milk produder .and compare cheese priceS ii any store, became evident that he wasn't aijout to go away we 'were faced with a predicament. I mean after all you can't keep the dog inside forever or the place will soon smell like a barn. So finally with another "ah what the heck" we opened the door and let the dog out the next time nature called. And nature called in more than one way. That clog had more fun for the next few days than she probably knew was possible in her wildest puppy dreams. They cavorted around the yard day and night and she played him like the typical movie version o of the coquettish woman. One minute she'd be mad for him and the next minute she'd ignore him and he'd look bewildered by it all. But her turn to be bewildered was coming. She kept getting bigger andheavier as the weeks were on and suddenly found she couldn't do all the things she'd once done as a' slim young girl. Then one day in March she came into the house in the morning acting strangely, running in and out of rooms and just getting into the house in time to decide she wanted out again. I was off to a meeting and just/going out the back door when I heard astrange noise and looked over to see the dog in a corner licking something that was whimpering. "Jill," I yelled, "the dog's having pups, see you later." Well mean after all she's at least had some nursing training and `I wasn't any good at those things. ' Later that afernoon I came home to find out the dog had eight pups, all looking just like Labs. From then on our lives were to change severely. With the weather so backward this spring there was only one place the pups could be kept: in the house. That wasn't bad for the first couple of weeks when all they did was eat and sleep but later when they got older and friskier life in the kitchen became hectic to say the least. Every step was taken with the knowledge that one might be stepping on a pup or on his calling card. - So when the warm weather fu ally arrived last- week there was a hugh sigh of relief around our house. Finally the pups could go outside and the kitchen could return to being a kitchen after being a kennel. Suddenly the pups became loveable objects again instead of little pestsBtrtif we were relieved; mother dog was even happier. She wasn't really enamoured with the idea of being a mother. Having eight little offspring yapping at her heels everytime she moved wasn't exactly her idea of a good time. ' With the pups outside she could finally get some peace by. going inside. Well old girl, , that's the penalty you pay for loose living. Behind the scenes By Keith Roulston The patter of 32 little feet $1,50 per trip was paid for this route which took .from -6 te 11 a.in. 6 days a week for '6 inonthS. These facts are true for it was I who bought the truck and hauled the route: Gas WaS 24c -pot gaL, motor Oil 20c a qt. Geo. Wesetiberg Brussels'