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HomeMy WebLinkAboutClinton News-Record, 1984-12-26, Page 19cum°. N ws.it coRD INEDNE"DAY, SCM ER Z64904—Page 19 Micha the Clinto hour, was pe ummel and Marcia Feddes sing with the younger choir during the program at and District Christian School on Dec. 19. The program, slightly longer than an ed before a standing room only audience. (James Friel photo) The tinsel girls and the candy cane boys joined Santa Claus in some cert. The Kindergarten students marched like real troopers. (Anne marching and singing at the Clinton Public School Christmas con- Narejko photo) CLASSIFIED Plant symbolic of season 38. Auction sale smilimiloolOOML Richard Lobb Auctioneer CLINTON - 482-7898. AUCTION CALENDAR in39. Educational ' FREE 128 Page Career Guide describes 200 car; respondence Diploma Courses. -Start on .your new career today. Granton Ihstitute (Dept 5A) 263 Adelaide St. West Toronto. 1'800-268- 1121.-46tf 40. Lost & Found LOS f. • Pair of glasses in blue case Tuesday night vicinity of Bowling Alley or Elm Haven. Phone 523-9418 or 523-9221. - 52nx 41. To give away SIX multicoloured kittens to give away, good mousers. Phone 482-3294. 52 , 42. Death notice WILSON At St. Joseph's'Hospital, London on Tuesday, December 18, 1984; Garnet Burton Wilson of RR 2, Centralia in his 78th year. Dear father of Mrs, Ray Rader (Isobelle) of Zurich: Mrs, Lloyd Rader (Audrey) of , Dorchester: Mrs, Floyd Rader (Margaret) of Dorchester; Roy Wilson of RR 2, Centralia; Ron Wilson of RR 3, Ilderton and Mrs. Robert Millar (Evelyn) of RR 1, Hensall. Predeceased by his wife Melinda (Edwards), 1977. Also surviving are 19 grandchildren. Friends called at the Hopper•Hockey Funeral Home, William Street, Exeter after 7 p.m. Wednesday evening. The funeral service was held on Friday, December 21, 1984 at 1:30 p.m. with Reverend Brian Elder .officiating. Interment in Exeter,Cemetery. MCCARTHY Walter and Patti McCarthy wish to announce the birth of their 9th child, a• girl, Bethany Evangelene, weighing 6 Ib. 14 oz. born December 7, 1984. A true joy to our whole family.- -52nx SHANNON Herb and Bonnie Shannon are pleased to an- nounce the birth of their son Devin Jeremy on December 2nd, 1984 weighing 8 lbs. 10 ozs. at Clinton Public Hospital. Special thanks to Dr, Street and nurses on second floor. 52nx BROOKS What a wonderful Christmas gift. Born on December 17, 1984 to Rebecca Brooks, a daughter Taura Amanda Maey Tracey at Clinton Public Hospital. Dear grandchild of Helen Brooks and niece to Ron, Dean and Virginia.- .52nx Other than the Christmas tree and holly, no other plant seems more symbolic of the Christmas season than the beautiful deep green and brilliant red poinsettia. The botanist Carl Ludwig von Willdenow provided the Latin binomial of poinsettia, Euphorbia pulcherrima. The species name is derived from the Latin pulcher meaning beautiful. The poinsettia is a member of the large cosmopolitan family Euhorbiaceae, which consists of mostly poisonous large trees or shrubs. The common name poinsettia was given in honour of Dr. Joel Poinsett who, as the United States Minister to Mexico, in- troduced the plant into. cultivation in 1828. The native habitat of the poinsettia is in • shady damp environments of Mexico and Central America. Today it can be found in" most warmer 'climates as 'a hardy shrub, sometimes growing in dense clumps and considered a bothersome weed. It is widely cultivated as an ornamental, particularly in California, where many varieties have originated. In temperate climates we usual- ly see this beautiful plant as a potted house plant, often only during the Christmas season. The brilliant red "petals" of the poinsettia are not actually petals at all, but are modified leaves or bracts, which surround the much smaller yellow clusters of flowers and serve to attract pollinating birds. Bracts of the 'cultivated varieties may be deep red, pink, light green or white. A feature common to the poinsettia and other members of ' the eunhorb family is the 47. Card of thanks 1 SPARLING On behalf of my family and myself, I wish to sincerely thank our friends and neighbours for their many ads of kindness at the time of my brother's death. The cards, flowers and contribu- tions to worthy organizations were very much appreciated, and to those that travelled to Forest to pay their respects we thank you deeply. Grant R. Sparling. 52 RODGES We wish to thank Goderich and Clinton Fire Departments for their prompt and efficient ser- vices at the time of our fire, Our sincere thanks also to Sam Wain and family, and to our friends and neighbours for all their support and help. Orval and June Rodges. - 52x r presence of a milky sap or latex within the stem and leaf petiole tissues. This latex may help the plant in the healing of wounds or as a deterrent to browsing herbivores. Most members of the 8uphorbiaceae are poisonous and for years poinsettias were considered dangerous to have aroymt the house, especially in homes with yg children or pets. However Dr. Trevor Cole, Curator at the Dominion Arboretum, has noted that the myth of their fatal poisonous nature has not been substantiated. Dr. Cole reported that "Poinsettias, if ingested, can be irritating to the mouth and stomach, and can lead to nausea and vomiting. Other than that, they. produce no ill effects." Much has been written or passed on by word of mouth on the need, gr4d_care of pot- ted poinsettias in order to ensure their con- tinued flowering. Some factors that may help include bright lights so they can hold their colour, and .adequate humidity to pre- vent bottom leaf drop. Daily watering and good drainage with humidity of 30 per cent or more should keep a Christmas poinsettia attractive until Easter. One suggested`technique for carrying the plant over for another year is burying the pot outdoors in a sunny garden location after the last frost danger has passed. Prune the stems severely and water and fertilize regularly until cool nights arrive ( late September). Then bring the pot indoors again to a cool, sunny window, ensure it receives 12 to 14 hours a night of absolute darkness, and you might receive the reward of another season of bloom. EAS'I'ER SEALS. STILL HARD AT WORK IN JANUARY. A rlisahlrtl •ki ,it I lur �1„unt,un. t used to be that the fun of physical activity was just a dream for disabled children. Now, thanks to Easter Seals, Back children with major disabilities including . fighterm amputations can enjoy_ the winter outdoors. � round. Track Three skiing is just one , 0 The more way your Easter Seal [Aster ri e I dollars work hard ...twelve V months a year. • 'r ,, Hnfnrrn:S plui.s,rnlI? hrtnrlrrnpprvl, h11,1,rn spire 1922 i:n8'iiti.i'. 16,.1,1 1 111” Santa found himself in the Land of Oz during the Clinton Public School's Christmas con- cert. The skit was put on by the Grade 6 class. ( Anne Narejko photo) The Christmas Visit By Helen Owen Mrs. Robinson bustled around in the kit- chen, and the children, James and Jenny hovered, in the background. Then Granny, who was visiting them for Christmas ap- peared in the doorway. "Why don't you ,come in the other room' with me while mother gets on here?" she asked. "I'll tell you about a Christmas visit when I was a little girl." They didn't need any further bidding for the children loved stories about granny's childhood. She settled in the armchair and picked up her knitting, and the children sat on the rug at her feet. ,. "There was one special Christmas I remember," she began. "I was about seven and my brother was nine. We lived in a big city and never went away for Christmas, but this particular year we were to go and stay with my aunt, uncle and cousins. We were so excited. On Christmas Eve mother packed our clothes in the case and put the presents in a big shopping bag. But we had to wait for father to get home from work. To pass the time we stood by the window watching the people hurry by, we saw the lamplighter with his long pole light the street lamps. That was how it was done in those days. Then at last, father turned the corner. We could hardly wait for him to get ready. At last he appeared, the doors were locked and we were off." "Did you have far to go?" asked James. "Not really, about 30 miles I suppose it was. But we didn't have'a car. First we had to get to the bus stop and that meant taking a short cut through the street market. It was full of people busy with last minute shopp- ing. The stalls were surrounded, and lighted by hissing lamps - no electricity then - it was all so different. And the noise! The stall holders shouting their wares, the carol singers on the corner, and the man with a barrel organ with a little monkey perched on top." "Not a real monkey?" queried Jenny. "Oh, yes indeed," replied granny. "A real monkey wearing a little red jacket. We wanted to stay and watch but father hurried us on. And then I remember there were all sorts of interesting smells - chestnuts being freshly roasted on a little stove on a barrow, the sugary smell of toffee apples mingled with the tang of oranges and apples from the fruit stalls. "As soon as the bus came we scrambled on and found seats near the windows so that we could look out at the stores with all their decorations, and everything seemed magical on that cold crisp winter night. Next we had to travel on the train, and this too was an adventure. The station was crowded with people and I know I held on to mother's hand while father got the ' tickets, although my brother couldn't wait to get near the trains. In those days they were steam trains, and they huff- ed and puffed into the platforms like fire - breathing dragons, here and there taking off again into the night and leaving a trail of sparks dancing in the darkness. Hardly had we squeezed into a carriage and there was a . shrill whistle. We were off with my brother hanging out of the window until father pull- ed him back. Off we went into the night flashing past rows of houses with glimpses of the people inside like miniature pictures. Then as we moved out from the city the shadowy buildings were replaced with the dark outlines of barren fields and ghostly trees with here and there strings of street lights wending their way from small sta- tions. Every time we stopped father told us the name of the station and then we began to count how many more before we arrived. Four, three, two - father took the case from the rack and, mother made sure our coats were properly buttoned, our shoe laces tied and nothing was left behind - then we had ar- rived." Granny paused to count her stitches, and the children waited impatiently for her to continue. "What happened filen?" they asked. "I remember," resumed Granny, "I felt as if we were all alone for the station seem • - ed to be deserted and I was almost ready to cry when the man came and took the tickets and we went out, down the steps, and into the street. For a moment we stood in the dim lamplight peering all around us. Had the cousins forgotten we were coming? They had promised to meet us and it was such a long, long walk to their house. "Then suddenly they were there, Uncle Joe and one of the boys. Proudly they led us to their new car - you would think it a funny old thing, but then it was the very latest. We had never ridden in a car before and couldn't wait to get in. Cousin Bill bent low at the front and turned a big handle, and after a few moments the engine responded. He leapt in and we were on our way. The wind whistled through the funny little win- dows, and mother kept begging Uncle Joe to go slow, but we didn't feel the cold, didn't worry about the speed. We were riding in a car and we felt so grand. "At the house my aunt and other cousins eagerly awaited us, and while the grown ups talked we inspected the tree, the decora- tions, strings of paper chains which the cousins had rriade, the tempting pltjes of presents, and overall was that 'wonderful smell of good cooking coming from the kit- chen..." "You'll have to hear the rest of the story tomorrow," said mother from the open doorway - supper's ready!"