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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance-Times, 1963-04-18, Page 111, Sha eojv World's Greatest Problem A fresh outbreak of racial tension in Birmingham, Alabama, reminds us that the gravest problem which faces mankind today is far from settled. Negroes in that state have started a new round of "prayer marches" and other passive ac- tivities designed to insist upon the fullest interpretation of U. S, anti -discrimination laws. In the deep South, where hatreds dating back more than 100 years are still running deep, these moves on the part of the leaders of the black people mean trouble. The one episode which seemed more chilling than all the rest• was an attempt by negroes to attend Easter Day services in churches which have all -white congre- gations. With few exceptions they were turned away. Naturally the question arises — are these churches actually Christian, despite the well-known names of the denomin- ations? And another and more import- ant question follows—would we be any more Christian in our attitude if we were faced with a similar situation? We have no intention of suggesting that the white people of the South can suddenly throw their doors wide open to the blacks. Deep and serious difficulties lie in the way of any simple or easy solu- tion to the color problem in the United States. It is quite possible that many decent and fair-minded whites are sad- dened by what they feel is the urgent necessity of keeping the colored people "in their place." The pressing need to find some com- promise ground, however, has top priori- ty throughout the entire world today. Mankind has passed the stage where any one segment of its membership can be relegated to an inferior role. For count- less eons one race or another has always held the whiphand, but our own century has seen the end of that phase of in- justice. The emergence of the United Nations, with its guarantee to minorities of all kinds has provided the final weapon for the subjugated — and the sharply divided state of world politics makes it possible for any minority to incite East against West in order, to exploit their demands. The gnawing problem of what to do with great black minorities in the States, South Africa and other places is far from solved, but it is very certain that in those areas where the only action is one of complete and unfeeling domination by whites we will live to see some stark tragedies enacted. This Easter Sunday, which saw color- ed people refused the right to worship the Risen Christ in the churches of the whites, was a sad day for the Christian church. Try Ontario This Year In common with several hundred thousand Ontario people, you may al- ready be making plans for your summer vacation. You have probably been sneak- ing a few secret peeks at the road map and have mentally laid out a trip to some far -away spot in the family car. Goodness knows, there are all kinds of interesting places to go—all the way *from the far north to the two oceans. This is no exaggeration in an age when private transportation is so efficient. The length of your trip is limited only by the size of your pocketbook and the length of your vacation period. When it comes to travelling vacations, however, far pastures always take on a brilliant emerald hue. We would like to put in a plug for the holiday spots right in our own province. We have seen some places of great beauty in other provinces and in the U.S., but Ontario can top them all if you are interested enough to snoop around. If you want real beauty near home, try the Bruce Peninsula. Seldom too crowded, "the Bruce" offers a wide var- iety of picturesque holiday spots. Wiar- ton, at the base of the peninsula, lies at the foot of beautiful Colpoys Bay, one of the loveliest spots in Canada. Accom- modations are good and you are well away from the crush of better-known re- sort areas. Going a bit farther, Tobermory now has excellent motels, good meals, and interesting countryside and Lakeshore. The whole sweep of Georgian Bay is attractive, if one excepts the roaring in- ferno of Wasaga Beach. Go around the bay past Midland and on to Honey Har- bour for something entirely different. Situated at the foot of the Thirty Thous- and Islands, it is a boating paradise, though now over -populated by small craft. The tiny village boasts two luxury hotels, as well as several motels and cabin set-ups. There are hundreds of interesting spots along the new stretch of the Trans- Canada Highway north from Port Severn, up through the Muskokas and the Dis- trict of Parry Sound, both on Georgian Bay and on the numberless inland lakes. Last year we found delightful lake country in the Haliburton region to the east of Georgian Bay, and passed through dozens of other areas equally attractive on the way. If you happen to be the camper type, and have a wife and family who will go along with you, Ontario offers more to your enjoyment with each succeeding year. Only a few cottages remain in Al- gonquin Park, as an example. That vast acreage is being turned over entirely to the enjoyment of the "poor" man, who likes to take his holidays under canvas. If he is smart enough to have acquired a canoe and the muscles to negotiate a few portages, hundreds of miles of waterways are open to him. The park abounds in simple campsites waiting for his tent. The province is still desperately short of roadside parks for motor campers, largely due to the tremendous increase in the popularity of this form of vacation, and secondly because of the population growth in the province since the war. More motor parks are being opened every year, but the supply is still away short of the demand. Another real attraction for nature lovers is the federal park system. Though not as numerous as the provincial parks, there are beautiful camps on Georgian Bay and at other points in the province. The Ontario Department of Highways has just released a fascinating new road map which will give you scads of in- formation about places to go this sum- mer. A Nuisance Holiday We don't begrudge a little time off for any person who can manage it, but we do feel that the occasion of Easter Monday has become a nuisance. At one time it was far more generally observed, and since a majority of business places were closed, all were prepared for the in- terruption. Today, however, the Easter Monday holiday is observed only by the banks, the Post Office and a few other isolated services, and as a result the rest of us are inconvenienced no end. As we have said, the bankers and P.O. people are welcome to a holiday, but it would be a grand idea if they would take it at a time when the rest of us can have a breather too. THE WINGHAM ADVANCE - TIMES Published at. Wingham, Ontario, by Wenger Bros. Limited W. Barry Wenger, President - Robert O. Wenger, Secretary -Treasurer Member Audit Bureau of Circulation; Member Canadian Weekly Newspapers Associ- ation; Member Canadian Community Newspapers Representatives Authorized by the Post Office Department as Second Class Mail and for payment of postage in cash Subscription Rate: One Year, $4.00; Six Months, $2.25, in advance U.B.A., $5.00 per year; Foreign rate, $5.00 per year Advertising Rates on application DOWN IT COMES!—Demolition crews started work on Monday morning tearing down the old walls of the Brunswick Hotel to make way for a new IGA super- market. This section of the rear wall fell to a cable pulled by Don Hopper's bulldozer. The old hotel was gutted by fire in the fall of 1958, the property being sold by Whitney Grose to Harold Remington last fall. Norman Rintoul has the contract for tearing down what was left of the structure. —Advance -Times Photo. twance&Zinte Wingham, Ontario, Thursday, April 18, 1963 0llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllPIIIIIIIIellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll% SPICE By Bill Sr ileylllllllllllllllllllllll witlllllllllllllllllllll :`. �,,w � a Illlllllllillllllllillllllll .M111.041111.041.1. 011 110:. MA*11 MOM MIMM7 UGAR o REMINISCING i and I don't know what it's like for all you folks in inland towns, but this is a rugged time of year for the housewife in these parts, near the waters of the Great Lakes. Right about now our womenfolk should be coming into their own. In most locali- ties, Ithe ladies, bless and praise them, are working like beavers, groaning like galley slaves, hounding their hus- bands, chastising their child- ren, and generally making life unbearable for all about them. It's house-cleaning time. But in this neck of the woods, things are different. The gals work just as hard, beef just as bitterly, and turn things just as topsy-turvy as their inland sisters. But no- body pays any attention to them. At least none of the males in the family do. Only the few women with the foresight to get at their spring cleaning early in March get much reaction around here. Those who leave it until the ice goes out of the creeks might as well for- get about getting any help, attention or sympathy. * * * Women carefully lay their plans to have the old man help them paper a room on his day off. Comes the time. She gets all the junk out to do the job, turns around to call him, and he isn't there. He's a couple or 10 miles away, watching the rainbow trout trying to jump the falls, or mucking about the banks of a stream looking for speckl- ed, or splashing about at the mouth of creek seeking some sign of the smelt running. He arrives home about four p.m. The old lady has just washed the paste off her hands, brushed the cobwebs out of her hair, and put ad- hesive tape on the scrape she got on her elbow when she fell off the stepladder. She's sitting down with a strong cup of tea, trying to tell herself to be reasonable, trying to muster enough strength to begin peeling the potatoes for dinner. "Let's get at that job, kiddo," he cries jauntily, his face glowing from fresh air and the three bears he stop- ped off for on the way home. "We'll never get that paper- ing done sitting around drink- ing tea, will we?" As this is a family type column, I shall draw a discreet veil over the rest of the scene. * * * But this is only the first phase in the spring hardships of the lakeside ladies. They've almost got used to it, over the years. They realize ,that "Do It Yourself" is more than a slogan. It's a way of life. The real ordeal lies ahead. This commences when the smelt actually start to run, and the perch are running right on their heels. The girls don't mind their men going smelting at 1 a.m., and crawling into bed with them, cold and damp, about four in the morning. They've got used to going down to get breakfast and finding a 10 - quart pail of smelt sitting in the middle of the kitchen, to be cleaned. They are not really dis- mayed about standing over a hot stove for a couple of hours frying, smelt fumes wreathing their rosy faces, while the family works its way through about 20 pounds of the wee crisp beauties like a school of porpoise cleaving its way through a gaggle of APRIL 1913 Mr. Frank Gillespie, who has been in the employ of the Bank of Commerce for the past few years, has been promoted to the Sudbury branch. Frank is a young man of excellent habits and has above the aver- age business talent. He is the kind of young man who will soon fill a manager's chair. The fact that Mr. D. Davies, whom he served under here, is marlager at Sudbury, speaks louder than words. The Ad- vance wishes him continued success. On Friday, April llth, there passed away at his home in Lower Wingham one of the old pioneers of this district in the person of Mr. James Netter - field, sr. The late Mr. Netter - field was born in Belturbet, Cavan Co. , Ireland, 67 years ago and at the age of six years set sail for Canada with his parents on the old sailing boat Lord Ashburton, the passage taking nine weeks which is now accomplished in five days. On arriving in this new land his herring. This is routine. But there comes a break- ing point. After this smelt nonsense has been going on for about 10 days, even the old man and the kids turn a bit green when somebody sug- gests a "nice feed of smelt." And that's about the time it usually happens. One day the lady of the house answers the doorbell, and there stands one of the neighbors. * * * "Thought you might like a little treat," he grins, and steps aside to display proud- ly a bushel basket overflow- ing with uncleaned smelt. That is the day the man of the house comes home from work to find his smelt net ripped to ribbons, his chest - high waders chopped into two- inch squares, sixty pounds of smelt rotting in a heap on the front porch, and his wife facing a suit, entered by the neighbor, for assault with a deadly weapon; namely, a smelt. parents resided in Kingston. After a time the subject of this sketch moved to what is now Lower Wingham and built the residence in which he lived for almost the past fifty years. APRIL 1926 The first auto through from Wingham to Bluevale was W. G. Grey's Chevrolet Sedan. Mr. Grey took a few friends out to the Bluevale Spring Fair on Tuesday, April 20. This is very late compared to other years, but the roads should be better when they do become passable for autos as no heavy trucks have been able to cut through and the dust is flying on most of the level roads now but the hills are blocked with snow. It is expected that these will all be opened before Sunday. Word was received here on Friday of the death of Mr. William Lamb at his home in Toronto. Deceased was a for- mer resident of Wingham and was highly esteemed by all who knew him. APRIL 1938 Mr. R. Richardson, who has been superintendent of the Bell Telephone here for the past two years, has been transferred to Stratford. Mr. Richardson left on Tuesday to assume his new duties but Mrs. Richardson and family will not leave for Stratford for a month or so. Mr. Malcolm Graham of Dur- ham is taking over Mr. Rich- ardson's position here. Mr. Howard Machan has purchased the residence of Mrs. James Fowler, Diagonal Road, and will take possession about May 1st. Mr. Machan's cot- tage on Frances Street has been sold to Mr. Howard Fuller. APRIL 1948 Mr. David Cathers of Gorrie has purchased the home of the late David Halliday, on Minnie St. Mr. Cathers has disposed of his farm and will move to town in the near future. Mr. and Mrs. Marvin Small- man have sold their residence on Frances Street to Mr. and Mrs. Malcolm McCammon of Toronto and are moving to Grand Bend, where Mr. Small - man has purchased a business.