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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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!"