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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Goderich Signal-Star, 1985-01-02, Page 4.w> , YI P4.GPi 9 •--GO1?1R CII SIGNAI.;STAR, WEDNESDAY, JANViARY 2,1985 SYKES W.� .......moi, I'm in deep trouble. i,+ appears in the flesh and dispense wittl$ift, +( y the reindeer and slat were . . While the holida were only slightly etc and much mirth and merriment.ed outside ao.'the kid wanted. to for hausting physical' , my limited mental When Santa entered, Bradley was all over energies have been ed to the limit. him. He rang his bell, gave h n eg�a hisrd •w d didn'tget o d, and see the".reindeer I have embellished., fabricated, reasoned, boots and nearly pulled distinction Day. h iiia t� y d £aka' ret., ;d �,,„:„Abd pf >st zt mt r ire the dist conVei It u . • he way o lam. h iYdeirup = °p'atrup, -. ,•. P a, e-,- .�y,-- , ,.�_ . . �s�rotil ; o1p. : —, ° usl�4�t�1 n�b�. . made up, built up, lied and nsiructed so of acting as Santa • this year. '=.he said Without the many stories about Santa 0•54 , elves, and d even r Santa didn't eseaPe home with us n year, reindeers that I'm not too a about the 'hent f io?idnyuuo get omY `latter' a least provocation. I think he wanted to see proper order of things myself• > Parents, 1 have learned out of necessity, must be most resourceful and imaginative this time year,) to handle the barrage of questions. Children, whose fertile and uncluttered minds thirst for information on -� Santa Claus, how he came to be and What ex- actly he does, in the summertime, have a capacity for` questioning things like that to the minutest detail. , My son has problems accepting things at face value and can drive his dad crazy with questions, supposition and logia that defies all ason bra Aij P� d l sons pen • . �x ere you,,,.en•, "Where are the reindeer”„ "Are they in the parking lot, I .want to talk to Ru olph, "How did you get here with no snow'”" and "My sister wan a piano" were just a few of the questions hurled at the unsuspecting Santa. But having a yisible and concrete Santa surd takes a lot of the work out of explaining this great mystery of life. It also makes for some great and treasured memories.with It is a family tradition that I grewup and now my son can share that. gather- ing, before Santa left the family g ing, Bradley was bound and determined to go outside and. see the reindeer. It took 'a lot of forceful persuasion to keep the. dynamo indoors. Santa had mistakenly suggested to reason. �.. The one saving grace is that Santa is a very real part of Christmas with my family.. Relatives.gather Christmas.Eve, fora tradi- tional supper, children are forced to sing carols and songs loud enough for Santa who THE E NEWS PORT FOR � CO.DERICH & DISTRICT 'INCE 1°848 -r. Founded in 1949 end published every Wednesday 'at Goderich, Ontario. Member of the CCNA and OCNA. Subscriptions payable 1n•aduance `20.95, (Senior Citizens '17.95 privilege card number required) in Canada, '55. to U.S.A., '55. to all other countries, Single copies 50t. Display, National and Classified actrertising rates available on roqueet. please.sak for pate Card lUo. 15, effective October 1, 1984. Advertising is accepted on the condition that in the event of a typographical error, the advertising space occupied by the erroneous item, , together�with reasonable allowance for signature, will not bbegchaprged for but that balance of the advertipement will be paid for at the applicable rate. In the event of a t o ra hical error advertising goods or services at a wrong price, goods or services may not be sold. Advertising is merely an offer to sell, and may be withdrawn at any time. The Signal -Star is' not responsible for the lose or damage of unsolicited manuscripts, photos or other materials used for reproducing purposee. PUBLISHED BY: SIGNAL -STAR PUBLISHiNG,LIMI1-ED ROBERT G. SHRIER - President and Publisher a DON HUBICK - Advertising Manager DAVE SYKES - EditorHUCthe de P.O. BOX ST. GOroalke%.441 INDU ITS AL S` 20 INDUSTRIAL PARK EDDERICH, ONT. N7A 496 . Member: ••CNA CCNA . Second class mail registration number 0716 FOR BNESS OR EDITORIAL OFFICES...please phone"[519]524-26'14 Happy 1-5-0 The final edition of the Signal -Star for 1984 containeda story and pictures relating to the unveiling of the Goderich Township History Book. The 376 page book was the culmination of: three years work by a host of industrious township citizens under the direction of former reeve and county warden, Gerry' Ginn. The book details life in the township over the past 150 years and no doubt does an ex-. cellent job of chronicling life in the township since its incorporation., In 1985,.residents of the township will. celebrate the 150th anniversary of the incorpora- tion of their municipaloty. The festivities. begin New.Ye'ar's Eve with the 1-5 0.kickoff dance at the community centre and a levee will be held the following day. Thosetwo events only signal the beginning of a new and exciting year for the township and its people. And it is with pleasure that we wish the residents of Goderich Township a happy Sesquicentennial year in 1985. May it be a year to celebrate! Take care, Mr. Driver- Dear Driver: A few weeks ago, I saw a little girl strucks by a car as she tried to cross the street. I saw a father race toward her and hold her to him as she -struggled in the agony of death: I saw' all the plans that had been made for,her dashed, and I saw the look of. despair that came over his face. I could only offer a prayer that such a thing alight never happen again. Today my daughter, who is six years -old, started off to school. Her cocker spaniel, whose name is Scott, watched her leave and whined his belief on the folly of education. Tonight we talked about school. She told meabout the girl who sat in front of her, a girl with yellow curls and about the boy across the, aisle who makes faces; about the teacher who had eyes in the back of her head and thebig girl -who does not believe in Santa Claus. -We. talked- about a lot of things-tremendously_vital and.. unimportant_things..Now,.. as "a this is written, she is sound asleep with her doll "Paddy" in herffns: When her doll gets broken or her finger gets cut, I can fix them, but when she starts to cross the street -then Mr.1)river she is in your hands. Much as I wishal could, it's not possible for me to be with her all the time. So, Mr. Uriver, please drive carefully. Please slowdown past schools and at in- tersections, and please remember that sometimes children run from behind parked cars or (177 the' unexpected. Please c'are`t-run--oyer- et, l+tile gid With-deepest._llianks for whatever you can do for her. I am, very sincerely yours, a father. -Toronto Sun. - me lied." w t Uh, well, yeah. Sure next year Rudolph' can -come honle with us," I said. "Arid of course he'd like to talk to you." ' "How come he wasn't in the parking lot dad?" he asks. "He wanted to talk to me." "Next year you can talk to Rudolph' "Yeah, I suppose next year `I'll talk to Rudolph because he wanted to talk to me," the kid offers. ° For the moment we've got Santa and Rudolph out of the way and the parents have made some weird suggestions about resolu- tions that centre around listening to mother and father. But I just know I'm going to be in big trou- ble next year over this Rudolph business. - The kid doesn't forget. \.. Winter berth By Dave Sykes. PD,ETSCFPT I haveto admit, my girlfriend did give me fair warning_ _ She phoned me on Christmas Day and said, "Put your valuables away! We will be up tomorrow fora visit!" The 'we' included herself, her husband and their 13 -month-old son, Mark, a little one -reran demolition derby. Now don't get me wrong because of what I am about to write:1 will tell you first off that I really like this little tyke. He is as cue as a button and afterall, he is also the offspring of two of my best friends. Even as I write; I can see his toothless grin smiling back at me from a photograph which I have of him on my bulletin board. Therefore, it is with some guilt that I say I wasn't sorry to see him leave after a whirl- wind visit of two and half hours. It is ab- solutely amazing how one small toddler can wreak so much'havoc in such a short span of time. As soon as his parents had, removed his coat, he was off and running. He had to in- ect every corner of my apartment and let rhe assure you, it is certainly notset up with a small child in mind. For one thing, there is a steep flight of stairs right off the living room and Mark was attracted to them like a magnet. away from After taking turns keeping him the stairs for awhile, we finally dragged my coffee-table- overs in- front.-of:ihem antput a chair in another strategic location so -he couldn't fall down and hurt himself. • . Undaunted he then turned his attention to JOANNE t3UCHANAN intercepted and shut thedor. Then he stopped crying,.ate partofthe cracker and d shed the. rest of it mto the area him s u o. carpet. w the kitchen. His eyes lit up. You soul then Mashed ted h tear around the -room again almost read his„ mind. He was trunking, "Aha! New territory to explore.” and ricocheted off several: more pieces of furniture before stopping for a moment to Before we knew it h had every cupboard e a btu s door open within his reach and had hauled out most of the contents. As we. were putting things back, he smashed some crockery which was sitting on the window sill and while we were cleaning that up, he was try- ing to ,turn the stove on. Fortunately, the knobs were too stiff for his little hands. We then -tied all the cupboard doors shut with a rope (it might have been more effective if we had tied him up instead! ). Since there was nothing he could get into then, he became bored and headed for the living room again. We sat him' down and gave him one.of his ru eyes. "Maybe he's aired and would.like,-to lie - - down," I suggested a bit too eagerly when I noticed him doing this. "I don't think so. He slept all the. way up here in the car and he doesn't, usually have a think wetil t had just better healied his d forhhome 'now." "Oh, you doh't have to go so soon, do you," I said lamely (at the.same time I was also calculating the number of hosit Wdorld take to clean up my apartment e - arrange my furniture once they were gone). As they bid me farewell, my girlfriend of- ' toys to play with. He hurled it across the fered me her apologies. •"I'm sorry we room in the general direction of my televr- ��+t have much of a chance to talk sion set. By this time, I was really getting because of all that running after Mark•but in nervous! , a few 'years, he'll be trained to behave bet - "Have you got any Tupperware or old pots ter." „ I told her. "By and pans he can play with," his mother "Don't hand 'me that line, pleaded. Like many kids, Mark often rejects then you'll probably have another one!" his expensive toys in favor of items such as She just smiled. Mark grinned and waved these. On Christmas day, his parents tell me . goodbye. I wondered to myself how he could he had more fun playing with the cardboard . look like such a little angel and act like such boxes and wrapping paper than he did with a little devil. his gifts. "Come oh back for another visit when The Tupperware amused him for about, Mark's in'college," -I called out as they . -five mutes--b€tore_..he-_decid�esl. O. hays_ _ _dr ove-away---- - — another romp around the room. He has been a went back into my apartment ari�siar_._._ walking since he was about ten months old at the trail of destruction Which that little. but he stilt loses his balance from time to human dynamo had left behind time A 4nrrrturc li-kP a rlrunkel� sailor. full steam I suddenly had a new-found This doesn't stop him from going rents who have coped or are coping with ahead however, and sin't he is also he energy and curiosity of their youngsters, r ♦L.' �n Tr ceerrpd like he had ten hands as he grabbed and flung knick- knacks off tables fasts than his parents and I court' get to them first (I hadn't heeded his niotlier's wtirning-t�o-put,- then'` awax., so- I oblivious to danger, it wasn't long before he and. ave lived or are living to tell the tale. had crashe moa il�itd-mt' -a"e._..._ou guess it was my own fault). Y He headed for the bathroom next but we began to cry so we gave him a cracker. He Hats off to eJ Many people probably agreed witn the Queen's Christmas message. It is a pity that we are likely to forget it soon. There is a concentratibn on the gloom and doom and not enough emphasis on the good and enjoyable parts of our lives. In Canada we live in comfort; peace and relative pro- sperity, but we arae all familiar with the mindlessly performed ritual of much whin- ing, lamenting and demanding throughout the country Even our statistics reflect .this strange reality or lack of it. Take our officially stated poverty levels. , Depending on whether one follows the Senate formula or the f-igures of Statistics Canada, na family who spends more than 58.5 to 62 per cent of income on food, , clothing and shelter is counted as living below the poverty line in Canada. How many millions of people, with wh'm we share this planet would .simply love to live in that kind of poverty! h How total n millions would be happy comes were sufficient to cover the basic of food, clothing and shelter - never mind e 62 per cent! Yet we are seriously strutting our self- ' styled poverty, without consideration and . awareness-whyyt an insult it is to much of the world's population. The federal government keeps telling us that we are in a mess: The politicians `make fierce noises about one crisis or another, all amounting to less than a tempest in ateacup. What is this strange urge to claim misery, mess and poverty where, appreciative awareness, satisfaction . and modest pride would be in order? Why thea -gloom where there is quite a lot of warm and promising light? In our home we celebrated a nicely modest, quiet and enjoyable Christmas, with gifts of books, mucic and small items within our means, the way we like it. The in- creasingly pushy commercialism has never appealed to me and I am surprisingly, haPPY with my lot. The Queen might like my at - ti ude, but the federal government does not. I am classed as "economically illiterate" and it appears that for government pur- poses there are too- many of us. In the glow of hearty corporate applause, Finance Minister Michael Wilson has set out to remedy this by promising to "do a lot of public education". The first lesson is to convince 'me and others like me that our greatest duty to our country is to become dedicated, ardent and constantly shopping consumers of everything we are told we need and want. It, seems that Mr: Wilson's economic literacy-, works only on the premise that we all dash out on a giddy spending spree, buying and buying and consuminwas fast as we can and always asking for more. He -feels that too many Canadians are saving part of their in- come will this is "a problem for govern- ment". • It is strange that Mr. Wilson has chosen this time to criticize the people and to urge us to be extravagant while the government has created and continues to increase uncer- • tainty about' the future of the social pro-- grams which have been regarded as solid security for decades. It should not surprise anyone that many people prefer saving over spending as long as they are kept iii suspense over what will really happen to the unemployment and old' age security benefits and other social pro- grams the government is threatening to pull Up by the roots. Saving looks. like a reasonable defence against possible future hardships while the government is trying to make up its mind about the defini fi of "sacred trust". . In the meantime, I am trying t�decide on a personal level how the promise lesions. "economic literacy" (i.e. reckless conni- sumerism) could enhance individual hap- piness in this new year. ELSA H-AYDDN