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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Lucknow Sentinel, 1983-02-02, Page 6edltorlal mow Seuthiel, We Fehay.ary 2, 1983—Page * LUCKNL SENTINEL '"tete Sgray Uwe" dt obreiw�l ta79 THOMAS A. THOMPSON - Advertising Matte MANSON 9.M Editor PAT tivINGsroN - Office Manager 10AN HELM - Compositor MERIT tE EULToTT - Typesetter ensisaess and Eduttorasa Office `acre tdep S28 -2S22 NSaihng Amoss P.O- Sox 4013. todicoon,''. NOG MO Second Class Mara tk4 staaanora NtiaiabCa tau' Sibileilelma SIS -2S per yew savaiwe Salim ,raP s112.is per yeparlbegolvairiet ESA. owl Pt,*arlin r isksidore Ot. t7.S.A..wl Freie ., $314., alawevaithee Support business ass anon The Business Association met last week to make pians tar the opo m ng James celebration this summer. Only ll businesses were represented, It's time the businesses in this community got their act It doesn't take meth bum acumen to know that in times of it takes a gteat dread of hard worth to make a bum successItil and imleed, to keep the doors of a business fin, The buss in Lucknow have an ideal opparrtenity to put [MOW* tin the consumer map this summer with the tntermloin planned to ate the lith anniversary of the fiunt eds of people will be coming home to Lucknow that weekend for the fstivities planned and its time all the business people of the village threw their support behind the Sambas* committee and the Lucknow Business Association, it takes plenty of haad wort to promote and plan a Jamboree sacredly and every business person who is itntetested in keeping tire village a viable brassiness community not only for the Jamboree this summer, but for the yeas to oomte, should be wilting to do their part to seize this opportunity. It doesn't take a genius to realize that the businesses of this village will benefit by the people drawn to the Jamboree and while the Jamboree is only one weekend, the ideas it stimulates could be the ground work for seasonal promotions in the future. It takes good business sense, planning, lots of public Mations and promotional ideas to co-ordinate a successful promotion for a business community. Instead of throwing dollars in all directions, without careful planning and when necessary, expert advice, Lucknow businesses cannot expect to see results from their promotional campaigns. But it takes the support of all the village's businesses rather than just the handful, who have the foresight to attend the Business Association meetings and the "fortunate" ones who have stood for positions on the executive. If the Jamboree promotion is to be successful and if the summer and Christmas promotions of the future are to be worthwhile, it takes the time and effort of every business person in the village. Lucknow's business comniunity has suffered setbacks due to the current recession and if the future is to be brighter it will take the participation of all our businesses. lochalsh news By Kae Webster George MacLennan of Ag- incourt was at home with his mother, Rhetta MacLennan for a day or two this past week. Mrs. Jim (Ruth) MacKen- zie entertained a few neigh- bours and friends at her home Friday afternoon at a tupperware party. George and Andrea Mac- Donald are away this week for a few days holiday. Bob MacKenzie of Toronto was at home with his par- ents, Ross and Jean Mac- Kenzie on the weekend. Congratulations to Bob McIntosh and Mary Macln- tyre who were married Sat- urday. January 29 in Luck - now. Mr. and Mrs. Gordon Robb and their son, Glenn, visited on Saturday at Lions Head with Edwin and Janice McCutcheon and girls. trinity news By Bell Hackett Allan and Violet Ritchie visited on Sunday afternoon with their daughter, Brenda and Jerry Huizinga and fam- ily, Pauline, Martha, Wesley Hannah and Ruth Anne of Auburn. John Raithby of Auburn is staying at the Ritchie home for a while. Get well wishes go out to Bill Andrew Sr., who is a patient at Wingham and District Hospital. William and Shirley Irvin, Shelley and Lindsay; Russel and Lillian Irvin and Alex and Murray and Elizabeth Irvin and Heather had dinner and a visit recently with Percy and Anna Blundell, of Goderich. William G. and Beryl Hunter received word recent- ly of the passing of Mrs. Sid (Gladys) Smith, of Ottawa. One son, George of Ottawa, survives. Sid Smith, who died two years ago, lived with, and worked tor Ralph Nixon of Zion. Neighbours and friends held a very successful dance, for Jim Nelson, at the Lucklow Community Centre, last Saturday night. The 13th annual meeting of Trinity United Church. was held in the Sunday School room on Sunday even- ing, January 31. Rev. Arthur Scott was chairman and Rev. Robert Roberts, supervising minister, was present. The session includes Charlie Wil- kins, clerk; Ivan Cranston, Ella Hackett, Warren Zinn, Kenneth Alton, and William F. Andrew. Legend of the first ground hog day The fence breath of the Not* God blew, over the frozen wastes, its song Med ivith hate as Ktiovida pressed ev- er onward into the Strange Land under the Polar star. His limbs ached with fatigued for he had travelled for more moons than he could count on the fingers of both hands. The pale winter sun shone dimly through the snow-beed shy and the great woods were still `‘ and silent, ea+cept for the sharp crack of the frost in the hardwoods. His hunger was almost forgotten now as his snowshoes continued to forge a striated pattern on the white winter forest floor. As he ttekked grimly on, his mind drifted back to the familiar Valley of the Big River that he had left so long ago. And the crowded long -houses of his tribe and those of the friendly Senecas, Oneidas •and Tuscaroras. Klionda wondered now whether he would see the land of his fathers again. He often thought of the Great Spirit, who was all seeing, and wondered what great famine had passed through this land. There was nothing but the wind, and when the wind was gone -- silence. His eyes had strained at dusk for the dreaded shadow of Garou..the redtrees timber wolf but even he was gone- Kdionda`s mind told him the land was cursed to all living things, and that he himself would soon live no longer. He thought of the land he had left behind, first his own valley, then the great hills and rivers of the beaver; and the Great ,Mace of the Falling Waters, from where he could see a great, long bay. And now, these still forests and stone cliffs and frozen bays and lakes --- and silence! The sun was leaving and the stark shadows of winter twilight were sharply etched on the towering rock bluffs by the mighty bay as he made ramp beneath the enveloping boughs of the fir tree. Scant comfort, but shelter at least. He knew his strength was failing. Soon he would drift into the sleep from which there is no awakening. Klionda thought about his snowshoes. He knew he could get strength from the venison sinews from which they were made, if he chewed them long enough. But to what purpose? With his snowshoes gone, he would be powerless to go farther. Again his mind drifted back to the Valley of the Big River and his beloved Ojistoh, whose wild aching breast would for- ever be lost to him. And thus, Klionda slept.. -somehow knowing he would not wake again. But in the sky, the Great Sphit watched as the sok warm wind of the Spring God swept ever northward bringing softer snow and thawing trees and it was thus when Klionda awoke to a dark, damp, bleak dawn, Then he knew the Great Spirit was with him. As pale daylight crept beneath his shelter he stood erect to watch the coming of the new day, Suddenly... .before his eyes....the snow moved and a small hole appear- ed. From it peered a small black nose...and a brown fur head! It was Nawgeentuck...the groundhog! As if by lightning, Klionda's tomahawk struck and in an instant he was tearing at the small, but fat brown carcass that was to mean his life. And this it is still related tooday...the story of Klionda, the Mohawk and Nawgeentuck, the groundhog who saved his life. And ever since, on the second day of the second moon of the year, Nawgeentuck emerges from his snug lair beneath the --.ows. And someday ...he may again save a life.. as he did Klionda's...so many years ago. by don canpbell Webster's New Twentieth Century Dictionary defines grief as: "intense emotional suffering caused by Toss, misfortune, injury, or evils of any kind; sorrow; regret; as, we experi- ence grief when we lose a friend". From this we might deduce that the loss of a husband or wife causes one of the greatest forms of human sutfering. Ewan Brodie and his new wife Barbara were married even whilst they still grieved for their previous spouses. k was a marriage of conven- ;ence; a bond in the interest of pioneer survival which, ironically, and regard- less of the unusual circumstances, had more chance of enduring across the years than most of the marriages performed today. Memories of the dead, no matter how reverenced, can often be a torment to the living, and the greater love for the departed soul, the more intense is the mental anguish. it is apparent that hard work and A new love a -t: two essential ingredients for the medicine which mends a shattered life. Both Ewan and Barbara Bt adie were assured of hard work, but the new love they needed to replace a deep rooted and old affection was slow to make its appearance. They found out in those da_N s. v teat many in our modern socich fail to understand: ph` sical love does not replace that mutual indescribable bond which connects two human hearts. Thc inner feelings of women arc all too often discounted. Whilst Ewan lived with the ghost of his wife and unborn child, he failed to realize that his new wife also was haunted by a memory. . But in many ways, Barbara was the stronger of the two. She engaged het -- self in every possible chore which might occupy her long and often sad day, and although Ewan in his brood- ing, frequently mentioned his wife, Barbara never let her thoughts he known. She consoled herself that she now had a chance to live a respectable life. assured of food and shelter. and the certainty of protection amongst people of her own race. Sometimes, in the midst of her domestic duties, she would walk outside the cabin to watch her new husband engaged in his battle with the land. Beyond the small field of ripening grain, she saw him swinging his axe, and straining every muscle to move the fallen trees. At least, she told herself, she had married a good provider and although in appearances he was a rough man. he was kind and considerate in his dealings with her. Just what her feel- ings were for him she could not be sure. One thing she knew for certain, since she had nobody else. this Ewan Brodie had to he the most important man in the world: Sometimes when he returned to the cabin for a meal and sat with the sweat and dust still upon his face. she imagined she saw a softness in his c`es. As time went hv. she looked more and more for an increasing shoe of affcoion, hut if it was present. Ewan made no sign of it. Harvest time came early to Red, trees. During the day. Ewan bent his hack to the scythe. slowing working his way into the golden stand of grain. At night, when a Targe blushing moon lit the settlement in a pale green light, Ewan sat outside on the stoop and talked to one of the visiting neigh- bours, puffing on an old pipe which once belonged to his stepfather, Chippy Chisholm. It had been a good year - and the future was full of promise; a man could pause to rest from his labours, and pet -haps say a silent prayer of thanks for his gond fortune. Ewan had almost cut his field when an eventful moment changed the lives of the young Brodies. As Barbara watched from time to time, she saw him toiling relentlessly under the hot sun in a hurry to complete his task. Without a hat or shirt, his body glistened with sweat and his long hair swept across his shoulders with every swing of the scythe. He was oblivious to the heat of the day and the danger of fainting from sun stroke. Suddenly, Barbara was conscious of the fact that her husband had stopped cutting. Shading her eyes, she gazed towards the field and saw him Tying motionless on the ground. She drop- ped the wooden bucket she had been carrying from the well, and ran towards him. her long skirts catching on the stubble and rustling to her movements. When she reached the spot where he was lying, she was overcome with fear. Ewan lay motionless on the ground Iikc a dead man. "Oh God, no. no! Have i no h.d my share o' this?" she cried out in despair. She kneeled on the ground beside him, lifted his head and held it to her breasts. The treatment was obviously effect- ive. Ewan's eyes flickered and then opened. He smiled weakly: "Och Barbara!" he said softly. "1 donna ken ye were such a soft, bonny lass!"