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HomeMy WebLinkAboutTimes-Advocate, 1983-11-16, Page 20Poge 4A Times -Advocate, November 16, 1983 MR. AND MRS. JEFFREY BUTSON Janice Ann Campbell and Jeffrey Frederick Butson were united in marriage November 5, 1983 at Hensall Presbyterian Church with Rev. Kenneth Knight and Rev. Stanley McDonald officioting. The bride is the daughter of Bessie Campbell and the late Lloyd Campbell, RR 1 Exeter and Jack and Wilma Butson, RR 2, Staffa are parents of the groom. The maid of honour was Karen Cottle and bridesmaids were Rae Young, Jayne Con- sitt and Kim Dobson. The best man was Brian Miller and guests were ushered by John Hamilton, David Camp- bell and James Butson. Flower girls were Lori Lynn Gould and Leann Consitt and the organist was Mrs. Joan Keys. After a wedding trip to Florida, the couple has taken up residence at RR 2, Staff°. Photo by Frank Phillips S1 andra's itting Lervice for a Mother's Day Out - go shopping - working - or just need a break Phone 262-5350 Two events are planned for Staffa At a recent meeting of the South Ilibbert Athletic Socie- ty, it was decided to hold a family dance at the Dublin Community Centre•. November 26 with music by Free Wheeling. The first class for rugbraiding by the Staffa Womens Institute was held at the home of Mrs. Carter Kerslake November 2 with nine ladies present. Mrs. Kerslake and Mrs. Jack Burchill are leading the course. 'Uh{ luck doom UNISEX HAIRSTYLINGS For The Entire Family 423 Main Street, Exeter, Ont., NOM ISO 235-0451 Even if years add up, it's good to be alive Just had another birthday and it's left me wondering just where I stand on the chronological scale. Can it be possible I've reached that golden (?) realm of old age? It probably depends where you're standing when you look at me because my 100 -year old friend, Olive, assures me I'm still 'very young', while my grand- children know I'm really old'. Whatc : er I am, sometimes I'm not sure I like it. It seems like just yesterday I was telling everyone what year I was born in. Now, when I have to fill in my age, like at the hospital, the other day, I'm tempted to lie. It's funny, though for once you reach a certain age, you like to brag about it. "Would you believe I'm 78" demand- ed a gentleman of me lately. "No!" I feigned astonish- ment (I thought he was older) . "Yessiree, I was 78 in August", he chortled proudly thinking he had really pulled a fast one on me. As birthdays have come and gone, for me, there is on- ly one that stands out in my mind...my eighth. Up until then, I had never had a birth- day party. Oh, there might have been candles on a cake for supper, but never a real party. Planning to change name At the annual meeting of the Ontario Heart Foundation the members confirmed a special resolution authorizing the Foundation to apply for supplementary letters patent to change the name of the Foundation to Heart and Stroke Foundation of Ontario. The special resolution culminated a year-long study of the Foundation by a Strategi : Planning Commit- te and from recommenda- tions submitted to the Board by this committee. In 1974, the Ontario Heart Foundation accepted the responsibility to financially support stroke research in Ortario and since that time has expanded its commit- ment more fully and to ce- ment this connection to the Heart Foundation in the minds of the people, the name change was deemed to be a more appropriate presenta- tion of the mandate of the Foundation to provide fun- ding appropriate for research and education to reduce death and disability, from car- diovascular and c'rebrovascular disease. Application for supplemen- tary letters patent is current- ly being processed to facilitate a legal name change and the official date of change will be announced at a later date. and other special gift items 404 Edward St., Exeter 1 1 • When I timidly broached the subject to Mother, Dad listening in the background, , hit on a superlative idea. "There's that straw stack in the north field we could burn," he suggested with a Since my birthday is in late fall, it was on a clear, but moonless frosty night that we congregated in the middle of a 100 acre field around the straw stack. All the neighbours had been invited... It seems to me... by Gwyn Whilsmith twinkle. Burn a straw stack for my birthday! I couldn't believe my luck. Back in those days, on the prairies, grain was cut close to the ground by binders and separated by threshing machines. The shiny kernels flowed into golden pyramids while the straw was puffed out into huge, yellow stacks. When there was more straw than the farmer could use, it was often sent up in flames, making a stupendous bonfire that could be seen for miles. moms, dads and children of all ages, two school chums, my teacher, the minister and his family, and two ancient bachelors whom everyone in- vited to everything. Sheer, unadulterated pleasure puls- ed through my small, shiver- ing frame. Some of the straw was pull- ed back from the stack and set on fire to give light and warmth for the adults, who clustered round, joshing and rubbing their hands over the heat. We children didn't need anything to keep us warm. By the light of the small fire, and in dark, changing shadows, we climbed up the soft moun- tain, sinking to our knees. Over and over again we tumbled down its glossy sides amid squeals and flailing arms and legs. The scratchy straw, pushing down our necks and sticking in our hair and ears didn't deter the fun for a moment. Just when we were beginn- ing to steam and reach ex- haustion, the adults called us off the stack for the main event. Taking a shovel of bur- ning straw from the small fire, Dad skirted the stack, setting it ablaze in several places. Because it was loose and dry, it became, at once, a towering blazing inferno, flaring high into the dark night, glowing sparks and white smoke spiralling to meet the stars. We stood, spellbound, as the brilliant, leaping flames turn- ed night into day, pushing us back with searing heat, bur- ning inside the cone -shape of the stack until it, eventually, collapsed into a dark red, heaving mass of coals, the pungent smell of smoke thick in our nostrils. Meanwhile, Mother un- packed the lunch, and we sat on blankets, close enough to feel the warmth but not so close as to get scortched, and wolfed down thick eg^ sand- wiches with cups of steaming cocoa, carried from the house in thermoses. A huge chocolate cake appeared, its eight tiny trembling candles dwarfed against the giant bonfire. Dad scooped it into our bare hands, and we lick- ed the sticky sweet icing off our fingers while our dreamy eyes reflected the fire. Earl, one of the neighbours, took out his mouth organ and haunted the night with plain- tive cowboy/melodies. As the last bittersweet glow of the fire receded, parents prodded reluctant children off blankets to head them, trance -like, for home. There's never been a party since that could touch it, and in comparison this last birth- day passed me by very quietly. Nevertheless, even if the years are adding up, it seems to me it's still very good to be alive and able to celebrate. MR. AND MRS. ROBERT DRUMMOND On November 4, 1983 at Our Lady of Mount Carmel Church at Mount Carmel, Melanie Ann and Robert James Albert Drummond exchanged wedding vows with Father Joseph Nelligan officiating. The bride is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Norman Hackney and the groom is the son of Mrs. Grace Drummond. oh of Ex- eter. Attendants were Margaret Hackney, sister of the bride and Randy Evans, a friend of the groom. Guests were ushered by Peter Dianouczki and the soloist was Homer Pallet. After a honeymoon trip to Barbados, the couple will be residing in Exeter at 11 Ki►,gscourt Cr. There will be an open reception on November 25. 1983. For information phone 235-0803 or 235-2535 Photo by Frank Phillips N41Nr11N PtomotSon sva"Or. Ask about our PRICE GUARANTEE If you find the identical suit, blazer or sports jacket within 30 days of purchasing from us at a better price than you paid at Swartman's of Exeter, we'll re- fund you double the difference in cosh. See our selection of Perma Suede Jackets Splurge on the gift...not on the price! 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