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HomeMy WebLinkAboutClinton News Record, 1981-02-19, Page 4PE 4--CLINTON NEWS -RECORD, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 19, 1981 iS<e *keel terve it peirAYttsd veTh Cereeke. Web ifs. Teta 11 nt.iill. Sebeeriptiee bate: Cees -°T6.96 Sr. cittesa . 41 .10 par year taraliya - Par Yaw It iu wapiscirred se screed dew wain by The past &Are ®maker The permit reawiter iteerairezera ThrerperatedGro i0,11 Oka Them . fouv,ck'ta IeQi, wed The Cbatee bee Era. tormieui ir, ISYS. total were two 3.306. A MEMBER JAMES E, FITZGERALD - Editor SHELLEY McPHEE - Helve Editor GARY HA1ST - Advertising Moneta, HEATHER BRANDER - Adtvertising MARGARET L 01111 - Office Manager MARY ANN 4lDD0N-Subscriptions MEMBER Display errerfIslwO rates " t,wlleile o7. request, Ask for . Rute Coed Pico. 11 a ferns. ®at. 1. 1416. Tryingtinew, oi-d way • For those of us who were raised with the idea that mixed farming, now called "tiveTsified farthing" was the best kind of farming, but then watched as cheap energy killed it a decade ago, take heart. It may be back stronger than ever. The cheap petroleum energy of the last 30 years spelled the death kill of the mixed farm, as the age of specialization took over, with many farmers growing only one or two crops, while others raised only one kind of livestock. Well, according to a University of Guelph engineering professor, the mixed, all-purpose farm maybe back again. Prof: Peter Southwell said in a recent ,interview that the new mixed farm Would be an operation aimed at self-sufficiency in energy, reducing to a minimum the purchase of fuels, electricity and fer- tilizers which are pinching many farmers in a perpetual cost -price freeze. He claims that it wouldn't be a farm in the true sense of the word, but rather would have green houses, woodlots and fish ponds; each sector feeding another sector of the food production system. The only outside inputs would be pesticides, which could also be cid to a minimum with biological controls of insects and weeds. Here's how this.._concept,-.which_shonld_..�__ excite even the most cynical con- servationists, would work. The green houses would be heated in the cold months with methane extracted from manure, which itself could be used to grow high protein algae to be used in livestock rations. A wooddot of fast growing popular hybrids could be grown to produce alcohol for use in mixing with gasoline or a as a fuel in itself. The residue pulp could be used in livestock feed rations. The fish pond could be kept open year- round with excess heat from the energy systems, and feed a livestock feed by- product, and in turn, the by-products of the fish could be fed to the livestock. As well, the diesel engines, says Prof. Southwell, could be fuel with oil from sunflower or rape seed, with the solid residue making an excellent livestock feed. Electricity could also be produced from a generator r using wind or farm produced fuels. Of note too to soil conservationists is the increased crop rotation of grains and legumes to produce natural nitrogen to replace expensive commercial fertilizers. The manure too would be recycled on the Prof. Southwell said the system is aimed at maximum food production efficiency and minimum purchase of energy. The farmer will benefit from lower production cost and society in general from lower food Just when and how much self-sufficiency will come to our farms is anybody's guess at this point, but come it must. By J.F. A love �ndh�te'aff�fr You say you love me but sometimes you don't show. In the beginning you couldn't do enough for me. Now, you seem to take me for granted..;some days I even wonder if I mean anything at all to you. Maybe when I'm gone, you'll appreciate me and all the things I do for you. I'm responsible for getting food on your table, for your clean shirt. for the welfare of your children - a thousand and one things you want and need. Why, if it weren't for me you wouldn't even have a car. I've kept quiet and waited to see how long it would take you to realize how much you really need me. Cherishme - take care of me and I'll con- tinue to take good care of you. Who am I? I am your job... Author Unknown Sign of hope 5YEARSAGO February 19, 1976 The Clinton Wildex Plant announced this week that they are putting on a new $100,000 addition, starting this April. The plant, a division of Ex -Cell -0 of Canada, has been so successful since they came to Clinton they have run out of room and need expansion. Huron Middlesex MP Bob McKinley an- nounced yesterday his resignation as the chief Conservative whip.. • • Mr. McKinley held the post for the past two - and -a -half years and his resignation comes on the eve of the conservative party leadership nomination convention to be held this weekend in Ottawa. 10 YE ARS AGO February 25, 1971 Huron County Board of Education will send a request to the board of goverors of CBC requesting that the program Sesame Street be retained on Canadian television. Boardmembers learned the program is higiil,}r valued byscbool officials and teathet and is used each day in many kindergarten dosses throughout Huron County. The annual Camping and Sports Show will be held in a new location with a new sponsor this year. The _ show has become a.popular hit in Huron County each spring and has been sponsored by ' the Tailspinner's Club of Adastral Park, but with the base closing this fall and the numbers dwindling the Tailspinners approached the Clinton Royal Canadian Legion Branch 140 about taking over sponsorship. As a result, the show will be held at the Clinton Community Centre instead iifat the base. The Legion hopes to turn over a profit at the show to help finance work with the new O1rl Guide camp near Goderich. ; 25 YEARS AGO February 23, 1956 A young Brucefield speller will be. among four contestants in the Hensall area who will go. to the semi-final competition in Exeter next Wednesday for the South -Huron• finals. Dwayne Elliott, SS 3, son of Mr. and Mrs. Gordon Elliott of Brucefield, was one of the successful contestants at the semi-final held in Hensall Public School"on Monday of this week. BAYFIELD REST• HOME, "the. home Cruel, cold winter Boy, she's been some mother of a winter this time around, in these places. Six feet of snow before Christmas, three or four feet since, and temperatures that would freeze the brains of a brass monkey. A constant struggle with snow in the driveway, snow on the sidewalk, snow piling deep on the roof and turning into icicles like tree -trunks, and, worst of all, snow corning in over the tops of your boots and turning your feet into something like submarines around Iceland. Typical day this week. A guy was coming at 8 a.m to whack the ice off my roof. That usually costs about fifty bucks, plus the shingles he removes with the ice. I asked him if he had some battery booster cables, as I knew my car wouldn't start in the morning. I tried it the day before. He had cables. Goody. Two birds with one stone. Next morning, I waited until twenty to nine. He didn't show. It was below 24, and I mean Fahrenheit. Tried the car while I was waiting. Not even a grunt. Knew there wasn't a hope of getting a cab in that weather. Called the garage and whimpered for help. "Sure, Bill. Maybe in about two hours. There are forty thousand cars non -starting, all over the county." I abandoned hope, Iike all who enter shis country in this kind of weather, and phoned a neighbor, blatantly, and without shame, asking for a ride to work. He played Good Samaritan, and I made it to the job with about -forty sebonds to spare. I'm not that conscientious, but dammit, I can get just as stubborn as Old Man Winter. Immediately phoned the garage and told them not to send help until later in the day, when I'd be home to flood the carburetor, reverse when I was supposed to put her in drive, get stuck in a snow -bank just after the tow truck had left, and all the other things people do that drive mechanics crazy. Fine. My wife was in bed, ill, and I'd told her not to worry about the iceman coming or the thunderous crashes as the icicles came down like Douglas firs. Just twenty minutes after I'd got to work, the iceman cameth, rang the doot bell, and kept her standing in the frigid air in her dressinggown while he discussed a price for the job. It seemed his car would not start either, thus his late appearance. She thought I'd arranged a price forthe job. Finally, in exhaustion, desperation, and danger of losing some toes from frostbite, she told him to go ahead with the job, at the price (fairly exhorbitant) that he suggested. He said he'd be back in a few minutes. She thought he'd, gone to his truck for extension ladder, axe; and other im- plements for knocking off shingles, as well as ice. We haven't seen him since. She tottered back to bed, and was barely warming up, when the doorbell rang again. Once more into the breach, bless her indomitable spirit and her rage at me about the iceman. This time it was a nice young fellow from the garage, with the tow truck. There had been a breakdown in com- munication, and he hadn't received the word to come later in the day, when I was home to flood the engine etc. All he wanted was some keys for the car, and instructions on whether to just get the Bang thing running, or to tow it away for a check-up. I had the keys at work. Another doorway encounter with the temperature 'way below zero, her feet turning blue, and her near -pneumonia on the verge of turning into double - pneumonia. The only thing that kept her going was the increasing heat of her fury at me for not organizing anything except two young men who were forcing her to make decisions when she had scarcely enough strength to decide whether to go to the bathroom or just curl up and die. Again, she rose to the occasion, found another set of . keys and told him to do whatever he wanted, though she felt like adding a few other su estions. Naturally, he towed It away. Know what they rap you for a towing charge these days? I can't bear to mention the figure. By this time, in her weakened condition, she couldn't even go back to bed, she was so passionately angry with her slob of a husband. She called. me at work, tracked me down, and gave me a piece of her mind. It was a fair-sized chunk, about half a glacier, I'd say, not hearing a word of my explanation of how clever I had been in my. morning arrangements, against im- possible odds. It ended in one of us hanging up. Me. And instructing the girls in the office not to accept any more calls for me that day. It all blew over, of course. After work, I picked up the car, and when I got home, she had several errands for me to do, out in the blizzard. My whole and only point in this essay, or true story, is -that a good, old-fashioned Canadian winer cannot only break you physically, economically, spiritually, and emotionally, but even maritally. by Jim Fitzgerald ca jock through the news -record files within a home". Home for convalescents, elderly people. Home cooked meals, registered nurse in attendance. Only a few vacancies left. Phone Bayfield 37. A hard time euchre and dance was held at Baird's School, sponsored by the Stanley Ladies CLub, London Road Club and the Tuckersmith Ladies Club were the invited guests. . Dancing continued to the "Wee Sma" hours. Music was furnished by Frank McCowan, Vic Taylor and . Miss Joan McClhwan; also by Robert Glen, Stewart McEwan and Elmer Trick. 50 YEARS AGO February 19, 1931 A man from Detroit got stuck with his Ford coupe up around Belgrave or Sunshine over the weekend -and couldn't make home over the snow roads. He was obliged to call on the help of a farmer in the community, who . loaded the car on a pair of "bobs" and his sturdy team brought it quite easily over the seine -'snow roads -and" set it on the highway; where it could operate under it's own power again. In an ordinary winter, on an ordinary snow road, there is nothing so trustworthy as a pair of sturdy nags, with a driver who un- derstands them an can manage them Properly - 75 _.. 75 YEARS AGO—._ .- _. February 23,, 1906 Mr. 11. Sweet has .completed his contract of storing the supply of ice at the Holmesville Butter Factory for\ooming year. The barbers of town have been notified on behalf of the local branch of the Lord's Day Alliance, that they must rpt work after 12 ;o'clock -�Dn Shturday night. There isn't a barber in town, but would glad'y finish up his week's .work be re Sunday morning. If his patrons would my be considerate enough to help him do this. Miss Addie K ufman entertained about 20 ofher friends on riday evening last. Various edifying amtsemen1 were indulged in, the company dispersing at an "early"hour, after 'having spent a pleasant time, and the singing of "God be with you till we meet again." Mr. Mason Stirling of Goderich.Township, who resides seven miles from town, made record time driving to Clinton on Tuesday morning. His' three-year-old son playing around home with a tin toy train, swallowed one end of it, and it lodged in his windpipe. They were unable to remove it, and quick as possible, they hitched up and drove here, where a doctor soon relieved the child from its danger. The Jackson Manufacturing Co. has been trying for several weeks to secure additional help in the way of female labor, but so far has been unsuccessful and they find themselves handicapped in the extension of their rapidly increasing business. They could give em- ployment to at least 25 more hands if they could get them, at remunerative wages. The same complaint comes' from the Knitting Factory, which has to depend largely on female labor. They want more hands, but cannot get them. 100 YEARS AGO February 24, 1891 in Bayfield, the fishermen of the French settlement, during the late thaw, lost up- wards of 75 herring nets. A gentleman has expressed himself •in regard to Holmesville as follows: "You have here all the advantages of city life. Just look, connection east and west by the G.T.R., •good gravel road, two stores, post office, splendid hotel,, excellent hall, public school, three churches, wagon factory and blacksmith shop. There you are, and into the bargain, you enjoy the solid comforts of a country residence." Ye Holmesville, just think of it! One of the younger daughters of a prominent person in Clinton had a narrow escape from what might have been a serious accident, one day this week. While running along the road, she suddenly slipped down just as a team was approaching, noticing this, she rolled herself over, and thus got out of the way of the horses, one of which stepped on her hat. Close indeed. Canada's future, What do you think What would you do if Canada were in- vaded? • Suppose the United States invaded Canada, what would you do? What would the results be, do you think, of American aggression??__ `— �iext, suppose Great Britain or ranee _— attacked Canada, what would you do? • What would the consequences be of such a take-over? Now, suppose the Canadian Government refused to oppose a conquering army, again what would you do? And, again, what would be the outcome? A decision not to resist means learning to live in changed circumstances. It means fusing to kill - even if attacked. re Canadians should understand their Barrie. the reader, write letters Thank you Dear Editor: A sincere "thank you" to the residents of Huron and Perth Counties who, once again, have supported the work of Christmas Seals in the 1980-1981 Calor �W are encouraged by Community response and will be able to carry on ex- panded x panded service programs and research in Lung Disease There is still time to answer your Christmas Seal letter. "Lungs Are For Life" "Use Christmas Seals — It's a Mat- ter at ter of Life and Breath". Mrs. Beryl Dunsmore, Executive Director, Huron Perth Lung Association. Always r-eme; ered Dear Editor, I am writing in regards to to my sub- scription. For the last three years, it has been a gift to me from the late Mrs. Beth Makins. I do not believe she would have had it renewed for 1981. If not, please discontinue sending the paper to me as I feel that Auntie Beth was our last real link with Clinton. It was a sad day on January 9 as myself and our daughter Betty, who was named for her, and our son Larry, who flew from P.E.I., attended her funeral. Beth had been a true and loyal friend to myself and our children and we joined with her on September 27 to celebrate her birthday. We took her to church and joined with her in taking communion. I do not believe we missed a year that we didn't come to see Beth and before the funeral, the three of us took a memory trip around Clinton I didn't shed tears for Beth as I know she is with the Lord and her loved ones, but it was an end to a friendship of 37 years. I would like to take this opportunity toh thank Dr. Newland for his kindess to Bet She spoke often of him. Thanks also goes to everyone who helped in any way to make her days brighter. To the nurses who cared for her, my thanks also goes. I send regards to all our friends in Clinton, to Mr. and Mrs. Bill Chambers for -their hospitaiitylo-miy'husband-and I, and to Mary Anne for welcoming us and making our visit happier. While in Clinton, we drove by the hospital where Larry was born, 38 years ago, to the day of the funeraL Clinton will always have a special place in my heart. May you continue to send a good paper each week. Sincerely, Cy and Lillian Bertrand, society excels over virtually all other na- tions. Canadians would not only withstand any invasion; they would merge enemies into their way of life. What is superior in Canada would prevail. After all, what would an aggressor do? He envies and seeks us. Why should he spoil what he believes works well? That would be against his interests. A wiser course would permit Canadians to con- tinue running the country while imposing yet another tax. Is this more onerous than mass suicide? Finally, once a stand is taken not to kill, you begin to treat all peoples better. You start at once to negotiate differences. You settle all problems regardless of difficulty, knowing you have prohibited yourself from murdering your opponent no matter how unreasonable he is. Your own code compels you to let everyone into your home; you co-operate with him to ensure he does not smash the furniture. Hardships may have to be faced. Yet you do so, knowing you are in the right and , behaving sanely. It has been said, "In a nuclear war, the survivors will envy the,,dead." If you agree - or disagree - please con- tact me. Robert S. Karfell 2 Carlton St. Spite 1403 Toronto, Ont. M5B 1S3 odds 'n' ends by elairze townshend What a week Readers be forewarned. Whatever ap- pears in the following column is the result of gremlins that crept into my typewriter on Friday the 13th. Most of the week was a bust, beginning with an aborted drive to London on Mon- day morning. When I left town, the weather was its usual gloomy self. The radio weatherman was forecasting the worst storm of the season to begin th next day. "Could last for some time," was the way he summed it up. A .few snowflakes later 1 came upon a car sitting on its roof in the middle of the road. I decided to corrle back home to work: Tuesday was uneventful. The storm rag- ed and I laboured over a story. By evening, I decided I didn't like either one. Wednesday, I discovered something new. I've been locked out of my -Apartment before but never locked in. Drifting snow and ice blocked the doors. Not realizing my own strength I broke the glass in the back door attempting to get out. Broken glass m a aoor has no relation- ship to broken glass in a mirror, does it? A call to a neighbour, who had a shovel handy. gained my freedom. Thursday was filled with good news and bad news. The good news was the storm appeared to be over and my front door swung open easily. The bad news .was my car door was frozen. Good news, though, the door on the passenger side was not frozen. Bad news - bucket seats. That brought me to Friday, the 13th. .The sun shone, the temperature soared and I said 'pooh-pooh' to superstition, in spite of the rest of the week., I planned an exciting evening of filling the grocery bag and emptying the laundry basket because I wanted to eat and wear clean clothes for the rest of the weekend. Then I remembered Saturday was Valentine's Day. I had missed it. I had no flowery verse prepared for you, dear reader. Glancing around the apartment,, the only ditty that came to mind was this: "My philodendron's getting dusty, 'Cause my green thumb's kirfda rusty. I've got a violet that's blue; It used to be purple; what can I do? My wandering jew won't, And that's all she wrote." I'm no poet and I know it. I knew it when 1 was eight and threw pages of verse in the wood stove grate. Sorry about the above, but I warned you in the beginning those Friday the 13th gremlins might cause problems. Confiden- tially, though, they strike at other times as well. At those times, I giggle for no reason, nothing I say makes much sense and my mother worries. Dad says he'd rather see me laugh than cry, but he says it in the strangest tone of voice. Friends react in different ways. Some pretend not to notice; others just shake their heads. My nephews and niece blame it on senility. My brother-in-law shrugs: "So what else is new? She acts like that all the time." If it happens in public, my sister an- nounces loud and clear, "I never saw that girl before in my life!" Depending on the time of year, I blame the incidences on a variety of causes - cabin fever, frostbite, sun stroke, too little sleep, too much on my mind, Friday the 13th, gremlins left over from Hallowe'en... Take a stand Dear Editor: With disgust and a feeling of doom; I heard the news about the possibility of the Ku Klux Klan establishing a military camp in southwestern Ontario. Despite the fact that we live in a democratic society, this is slipping out of the boundaries of democracy and making a mockery of freedom and individual rights. It is also difficult to believe that there isn't a law in our so-called "judicial system" that can- not completely eliminate this type of pro- paganda and prejudice. Unfortunately a major part of our population is Anglo-Saxon white and they will sit in the safety of their homes with a conceived and fantastical idea that they are protected by divine right from this type of insidious activity. I feel it is of utmost importance to take a stand making the media aware of the im- plications of this kind of unjust activity. You may feel protected and separated from this but it smacks of Nazi Germany. If we allow this to happen, other radical and prejudiced groups will settle in for the sole reason • to eliminate other minorities such as homosexuals, Jews, and Indians. The list is endless. Perhaps you feel this is an extreme exaggeration, but the Jews in Nazi Germany feel protected and unbelieving from the atrocities performed on fellow Jews, and the end result was a mass extermination. To perhaps think of these atrocities (a race war) happening again leaves me sick and faltering in my faith in human goodness. You can sit back and not invest any thought in the implications of what the KKK represents or you can invest some time and so something.constructive. Write your local members of parliament (provincial and federal) and express your concern because we do live in a democratic society and public opinion is a strong influence in the government deci- sions. Please think seriously of the implica- tions and do something constructive or sit back in your cocoon of imaginary safety while military strategies are perhaps be- ing performed in your backyard. With concern, Laurie Swan Do you have an opinion? Whys Hoof write us a letter to the editor', and let everyone know. All letters ar . published, providing they ems !ie authenticated, wad pseudonym* allowed. All letters, however, are subject to editing for length or libel.